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Aug 2014
So this is for you,
i think,
i don't even know anymore.
i want to cry.
i'm trying hard to not to.
i'm scared and afraid.
i've had better days,
but the number is small.
i'm so alone,
i don't want to go home.
i think i'm done.
no goodbyes, just a gun.
too bad i love you,
maybe i’ll see you soon.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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