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People leaving without a word, turning their backs on me was something I was used to. It happened so frequently it never even crossed my mind that you'll stay. So bear with me, my love, if doubt and worry may consume mind.
My heart would always hope otherwise.
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What Keeps Me Up At Night
Poésiea collection of poems or proses of what keeps me up a night.
