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Jul 2014
Stuck on the puzzle,
I would hang myself up for weeks
searching.

Where is the last place you heard me sing?
I forgot how exactly
that one tune goes.
but when I turn around,
I can almost hear
you hum it.

I was told to stop
looking back
I will **** myself,
if I grovel in the past.

Nights have always been rough
I'm scared you see,
darkness
It's like I am still a child

I peek out my windows
turn on my nightlight
bury myself in your shoulders,
but where are you?

Stuck on the puzzle,
looking for the missing piece,
but you weren't it
you never were.
Portland Grace
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Portland Grace  23/F
(23/F)   
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