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found.
Folder:
home. Eighteen and counting
Closely self monitored
Until it is all lost
And you have left me
Like a mother will.
And the face you made was priceless
When I told you that it was over for good
And you reached for me for one last time
And I just walked away.
I found it comical.
I found it disgusting.
I found it rude.
I found it-- me.
