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By Composing Dawn Date: 2018 Jan 30 Comment on this Work [[2018.01.30.19.29.4832]] |
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Sometimes I see myself in a chair. Legs curled up, knees to chin, holding a foot in one hand, a cigarette in the other. Talking about you. How much I love you. And crying. Crying because loving you hurts. And I hate that you can hurt me. |