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Oct 2014
I'm losing interest slowly
Picking up rocks and throwing them at me.
The pond mirrors off the rocks impact and comes back to me....slowly.
I look to my left and all of my friends are grown, then I look to my right and I see you come.
What was it that made you wanna see my reflection and listen to my stream?
I believe it was me I sink in side myself just to breath.
Saw the same with you that's why I love the way we look ...Deep.
But even you my companion is walking away from me.
I'm tired of looking up to see is anyone gunna just stay and was tch the reflection I see.
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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   Joseph Schneider
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