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May 2014
I have this fear
that if I leave
you’ll think I don’t love you
and never did.
But I promise
that you’re the only thing
I’ll miss in this place.
And God, will I miss you.

I can envision it now.
My hollow future
haunts me.
Written by
AE Wilson
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