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Apr 2014
I think
The reason it hurts me
So much is because
Im here
Trapped with every memory
While your free
Your somewhere I haven't been
And I am everywhere you have
My bed,
Where we made love,
Where we slept,
Where I laid on you,
My shower,
Where we made love,
My couch,
Where we cuddled
And watched movies
My kitchen,
Where we cooked
Where we ate together
And said grace
My school,
Which you use to sneak into
My hall,
Where we made love
For the very first
And very last time,
My heart,
Where your name
Always was,
Even before I knew your name
It was you my heart called out to
You are everywhere
And I am nowhere.
Victoria Jennings
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Victoria Jennings  26/F/Rhode Island
(26/F/Rhode Island)   
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