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Jan 2014
When is his arms
I feel like nothing can bother me
I feel safe

I forget about all the *******
that filled my head during the day

Everything just shuts out
and all i can think about is him

And as soon as he lets go
all the ******* comes right back
Rebecca Mortensen
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