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Feb 2014
Unfinished words,

unfinished thoughts,

unfinished sentences,  they linger in the air.

"What if…” What if, what? If you wanted me you would be here,
if you needed me you would call.
I can’t be something for you if you want nothing.
I guess that makes me nothing at all.
Hannah Adair
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