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Aug 2014
I am utterly alone
And this is my doing
And this is my fault
I pushed you away, I could have not sent that message I could have just come over
But I guess this is what I want

I never thought that I would be someone to use people
But what I'm regretting most about this decision is that I can no longer get something from you
white coat
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white coat  between no where and now
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