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Dec 2013
Distant,
Reality has become recently,
Detached from my body, mind, soul,             , most of all.

It comes and goes, goes up and down on a sporadic path
And,             , was once beautiful a moment ago to me,
but now she's different, and tomorrow I'll love her again, then I'll hate her, then I'll forget her -- hell! I've already forgotten.
And I've already loved again.
And hated again.
And forgotten.
Her name:            ,
I don't want to remember, and I wish I never met her!

It comes and goes, goes up and down on a sporadic path
And, Love , was once ugly to me a moment ago,
But now I love her, and tomorrow I'll love her, and then I'll love her, and I'll never forget her.
And I've already loved again.
And loved again.
And loved forever.
Her name: Love,
And I'll never forget her, and I'm grateful to have met her!

It comes and goes, goes up and down on a sporadic path
Again, and again, and again, and again, and again / / / / What a desperate coil of emotion!
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David Leger
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David Leger  21/M/New Brunswick, Canada
(21/M/New Brunswick, Canada)   
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