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Jan 2017
He continued to sing sweet ideas of romance into her eager ears and when she finally allowed her heart to flutter and butterflies to dance in her stomach, he would leave. It was a never ending cycle she wished she could stop. But at the end of the day, when she was crying every last tear out of her swollen eyes, she would close them and relive every single memory they’ve had together, allowing her to feel like she was with him, when in fact, she was farther away from him than she ever was.
Mikayla Theriault
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Mikayla Theriault  Niagara, ON
(Niagara, ON)   
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