olivia-8

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Untitledit doesnt feel real as i step through the door because i always thought when i came to this town you would show me where you grew up and all of your favorite places there are your parents and i have nothing to say to them except that you were the best thing to happen to me not because we are here but because it is true and i float to a seat in the back so i wont be seen there are so many people but i cant hear any words because there is a picture of you exactly how i remember but now it is a lie and i wonder what you look like now it cant be pretty i saw the photos of the wreckage and it is not you in there i cant bear to look there is no light in your eyes and you arent picking me up when you kiss me and we are not dancing in the hallway with my black dress i am here with my black dress and you are somewhere and i never had the chance to tell you that i love you

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Jan 9, 2015

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