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Apr 2014
a warm winter isn't spring and cancer isn't health,
it churns my stomach to think about you inside someone else,
but the day will come when my stomach churns at the thought of you inside me.
and my final resolution is the decision to leave.
i'm tired of hurting and tired of you hurting too,
maybe i'll love somebody better than you.
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