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| Feelings, that I don't want, continue. Thoughts, I don't mean to think, eat away at me. Voices, I hate hearing, linger. Words that hurt, still on paper. Images, I see, rip my heart in two. Everything that I wanted, is still there. I can never have it, but I will always long for. -daniel Wade |
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