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Jan 2014
Do I really mean a thing to you?
Do you speak of me
The way I speak of you?
I used to have these reckless thoughts.
What if I suddenly stopped?
My pulse still,
My thoughts dead.
What sorts of things would
Run through your head?
Have you ever been certain
Today is your last day?
You can't explain why,
But you know you'll fade away.
ren
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ren  20/F
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   Madison Brooke
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