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Friday, April 6, 2012 2:47 AM
Time and distance.

So close yet so far, it's tearing me apart.
Haven seen sweets in a long while. Every mth theres too many days i don't see him and its getting to me. Sometimes the thing with distance is you don't know whether the person will miss or forget you. Outta sight, outta mind?
Looking at our photos and telling myself nothings changed.


*[[lenice]]*


i’m just who I am, who I suppose to be.
bold italic underline strike
it's so over.


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