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Jun 2014
you watched me
you knew my habits
you knew my fears
and now you're gone
not a phone call in nine months
only saw your face barely passing by
you're gone

but you're here more than ever
in the late summer nights
last  one awake
i remember
you're by the television
you're fading each night more and more

i should have known you wouldn't last
i just never thought
at the highest peak
taking
and
pushing
us
down
would be your escape
what hurts the most is when someone does something unforgivable and everything and everyone tells you to hate them... but no matter what you can't hate them.
April
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April  22/F/NJ
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   Joseph Schneider
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