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August 5, 2015

we were wild animals.
neither of us belonged anywhere.
you acted like you didn’t care.
I said it didn’t bother me.
One of us was lying.

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TamingOfSeaWolvesNov 2, 2016

<p>short and sweet, continue your story, there is always more to say, even if it is meerly about not saying enough</p>