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B. 2016 

Sometimes it’s best to leave the words to the Masters. I wish I could sleep tonight but I’ve no strength of my own. Almost 2am PST and it feels like either I walked away or you did but here I am 2am alone again. I make bad choices I fear.  I hope for best but wonder if I’ve the presence of mind to do this or if I’ve faded past the point of importance. I don’t feel Important to anyone, not even myself lol.  The people I pick to love don’t seem to actually have the capacity to do to love me back in the way i need.



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