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Oct 2014
Around this same time
every night
sadness sweeps in
through the cracked,
swaying window
and overcomes me
with chills and tears
that not even an empty bed
can keep me warm
and it's all because
you used up the last bit
of happiness I had left
inside me.
Ashleigh Black
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Ashleigh Black  27/F/Owosso, Michigan
(27/F/Owosso, Michigan)   
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