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Dec 2014
"I just want someone to hold hands with"
He lies.
It was never just that.

Where is the boy singing, talking, living for me?
Where is he who leans on doors waiting patiently for me?
Where is he who will change a become a man for me?

He doesn’t live.
He doesn’t exist.
He is with someone else.
in between dating
eb
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eb
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   --- and Sweetheart
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