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May 2014
If it didn't harm anyone,
I'd ask him for a new one.
I'd pack light and disappear.
If it meant I never had to hear
the voices in my head
that tell me to leave
every
single
day

I'd be ready in fifteen minutes.
svdgrl
Written by
svdgrl  NY
(NY)   
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