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by JoJo   Aug 31, 2007


Brushing my wet hair away from my face, and watching a show that isn't�?�¢??t even my taste. I find more comfort in food and alcohol than I could have ever found in you. Learned that I don�?�¢??t even like the radio anymore. Too many songs remind me of you.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Nula

    Nice poem