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Aug 2014
I wake up,
See my ******* on the floor.
I look at you,
You're so cute when you snore.
But I can't stay.
Love has never worked for me.
I can't do this anymore.
Pull on my dress, my shoes,
And I head for the door.
It's not you, it's me.
I'm too afraid of what I'll do
Next time you say I love you.
You or I, one of us never seems to stay...
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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   Santiago, Aquinas and Juneau
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