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There is an unsuspecting spot on campus A lone bench at the intersection of several paths, that holds unforgiving memories. As I sit here now I am self-conscious of the bench I move. I realize that this bench only has the meaning of sadness and tears for me. I move back. This bench, in the dead of night, was the place where I realized I couldn't save you You had more pain anger and fear in you than I thought possible I cried. Your words, covered in shame regret and grudges angered me saddened me moved me to tears I held your hands as they shook and we cried and I knew I felt as if I lost you
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Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
The Bench
There is an unsuspecting spot on campus A lone bench at the intersection of several paths, that holds unforgiving memories. As I sit here now I am self-conscious of the bench I move. I realize that this bench only has the meaning of sadness and tears for me. I move back. This bench, in the dead of night, was the place where I realized I couldn't save you You had more pain anger and fear in you than I thought possible I cried. Your words, covered in shame regret and grudges angered me saddened me moved me to tears I held your hands as they shook and we cried and I knew I felt as if I lost you
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Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
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