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Nov 2014
We spend most of our lives
Missing things
And people
And places.
Because you never know
What you have
Until it leaves you
And then you miss it
As if you actually
Appreciated it in the first place
no one in particular
Written by
no one in particular  Boston
(Boston)   
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   Creep
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