I haven't told many people about you...but you still make me cry. I don't wonder where you are. I don't want to know. America has pushed you out of me. You must be a spring. If I had a way I would probably choose to have never known you. That way, I wouldn't have to feel so bad about not feeling bad. I can't reconcile you between Me and me;
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This is really good stuff.
Nick.
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