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Sep 2014
Your room is hardly furnished
In the way the soul kids live
Where everything fits in a backpack
A copy of fear and loathing
And 5000 songs on one playlist.
I have never felt so
    "god you're incredible"
As I do with you.
I've never slept in one position
On your arm
For an entire night.
Then I become a girl and think
Of things I'd never tell you.
Like how beautiful our kids would be.
Or that I refuse to love you because
I know I'll hurt you.
The way I hurt everyone.
Suddenly. Harshly. When you
Love me the most.
Written by
Jessica Smith  Colorado-Montana
(Colorado-Montana)   
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