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Nov 2014
I want to unplug the memory of you
Like I do to my phone every morning.
The saddest part is, when I'm low on battery
Clinging to my last ounce of energy,
I have no choice but to plug you back in.
Disconnect.
Forget.
Drain.
Connect.
Remember.
Liz Hill
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Liz Hill  United States
(United States)   
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