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Jul 2014
11 pm and I'm actually laying in bed for once. No drunk nights can avoid the unavoidable thoughts of feelings. All I can think of is how much I miss you. And at the same time all I can think of is how it's 11 pm, hoping you're doing the same.
-I.g.
Written by
Allania Berkey  New York
(New York)   
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