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Sitting on a bench that is   some shade of red. Burgundy. Knees jerk while the rest of the body   quietly shivers. Another long night closing at the store, which is to be followed by a long night
I ask myself Why all these things in life, matter.
Separation based on location too far to reach too far to go not close enough to home I can see you I can hear but I cannot reach out and feel you 'cause separation based on loaction is a thing
It's true to say, Every girl has flaws, And it's true that its displayed Every guy has been clawed. But ones for sure, For me it's a personal tour.   I can say that I've loved
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