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Jun 2014
Going back is a privilege
Only a memory has.
Though what is to come
Holds so much more promise
Than the shadows of the past.
The blinding lights of the future
Certainly hold uncertainty.
I trust in my decisions
I indecisively make.
I tiptoe through mines
Of bankruptcy and heartache
With no promise of an easy life,
A happy ending,
Or a forever after.
But fear not, I shall -
I tire of recurring dreams anyhow.
I've been neglectful. But hopefully I will be submitting more material. Miss you all!
Amy Perry
Written by
Amy Perry  29/F/San Diego, CA
(29/F/San Diego, CA)   
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   Matt Walsh, Chuck and Timothy
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