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Nov 2018
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You are the echoes haunting through my halls
You are the lost treasure of my heart
You are deeply missed
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I scream that I'm sorry
I know it won't cross the ocean
I resign myself to this hell I've chosen
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//On her//
No regrets, I don't want to change the past. I just dream of a future I can't have.
I miss her.
Jack Jenkins
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Jack Jenkins  30/M/Texas
(30/M/Texas)   
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