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I cant seem to wrap my head around, the reason that you left.
Maybe I'm tired or just coming down but your voice is all that's left in this silence now, I cant really answer when or how.
Sticks and stones may break my bones; but your words destroyed me
And they tell me not to dwell, just to let it on go but as the silence grows louder I'm losing grips of the rope. If only I could carry ...
Wednesday 24th June 2020 4:35 pm
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