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Nov 2013
You left without a goodbye
that disappoints me.
but anger isn't here
You made me believe everything that wasn't true
and made me fear the very idea of truth
but still no anger
you practically murdered the innocence I took so long to store
and only regret is near
but anger isn't.
emily ann pittman
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emily ann pittman
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