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Nov 2014
It sounds crazy, I know,
But you see, it always talks to me.
Wears me down, makes me question
Everything.
Now even your love is on the table,
Analyzed to death, never able
To stand alone, pure and simple.
Colette Williams
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Colette Williams
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