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Nov 2014
I just want to cry.
I want to fly,
away from here.
Nothing is going right.
I want you.
I need you.
Who are you?
Where are you?
Come to me.
Comfort me.
Run to me.
Nothing is going right.
How I feel at the very moment.
Aaron Campbell
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