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musicismylife78

Published: Apr 29, 2014

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I write to keep
'
My mind off you.

Not to entertain,
Or to aid another one.
To be honest, not even for message.

Only to help
Keep the emotion
At bay
Yet I fail to even do that.

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tacohillman

Apr 29, 2014

kind of sad

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