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Oct 2014
It's unexplainable,
the miraculous feelings that I seem to
drown in
every night.
When the darkness creeps in
and nothing is left
but the shadows of trees
and the demons of my mind.
I reach for you
but you're too far.
A never-ending cycle
of utter disappointment
and heart ache.
Willow
Written by
Willow  New York
(New York)   
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