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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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