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Aug 2010
I'm done with all of this.
I'm sick of never doing the right thing.
I'm done with hurting over this.
I'm sick of always wanting you here when you can't be.
When you won't be, when you don't want to be.
I don't want to see your face in my dreams,
and be haunted by it for days.
I'm done with craving your touch.
ER Graves-Swinney
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ER Graves-Swinney
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   Sarah Wilson
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