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to camden"you're not coming back, are you?"
if i could live in hopei would dream of you flying homesomeday soonboth to your brother and to mewith eyes blue like clear skiesand a smile like the one thatused to light up your facewhen we’d watch shitty cartoonson quiet friday nightsto drown out your parents’ bickeringand my howling mindbut i cannot live in hopebecause i have not the faith anymore to sustain it for much longer than the length of a dreamor the span of a nightbecause you’re always gonewhen the morning comes
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