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Dec 2013
Why is it that the people we think of first,
are the last to think of us?

When messages are left unresponded to,
yet are seen.
When calls are left un answered,
yet herd.
We are left to deal with these emotions alone.
Alyssa McWilliams
Written by
Alyssa McWilliams  Boston, Ma
(Boston, Ma)   
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