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Oct 2014
I feel the pull,
As the tide rolls out,
Left wondering,
What will become of me,

No matter where I sleep,
Wherever I lay my head,
I am left,
With you haunting me,

It's hard to let go,
When there is no chance,
Of peace,
What if I am already dead?

~LC~
LC
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LC  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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   Harley Hucof
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