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Aug 2014
I am haunted by my best nightmare,
I hear his voice trampling my thoughts and I rummage through my brain
trying to think of reasons why he's still here.

His words taunt and trick me.
Why did I think he would pursue this path of unknown chaos?

He loves me,
he loves me not.

He loves me,
he loves me not.
gr
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gr  21/F/United States
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