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Oct 2014
I used to want nothing
              More than the slits upon my wrists
And the tears that fell from my cheeks.
              I wanted nothing more than pain.
But now I want something else.
              I want to be loved and know
What it feels like to be wanted.
              I want to be happy and smile
When our hands are locked and feet
              Are touching as we sleep.
I want to lay with you, and tell you
              How much I truly love you.
I want to know what everything means.
Emmalee
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Emmalee  20/F/10969
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