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he was the first apartment you get after moving out of your parents'. it was your home, but not really. it was comforting, but it wasn't familiar. sometimes i miss the way he smelled when i had my lips pressed against his neck. sometimes i drink until i forget the name of the cologne he wore.
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
i moved back to my parents house.
he was the first apartment you get after moving out of your parents'. it was your home, but not really. it was comforting, but it wasn't familiar. sometimes i miss the way he smelled when i had my lips pressed against his neck. sometimes i drink until i forget the name of the cologne he wore.
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
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