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The feelings we shared might have been love but we were much too scared to ever say it. Hours were spent staring at the stars sharing our deepest secrets and late night phone calls full of laughter. My only regret was that our demise was as cliché as our time together.
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
The summer fling
The feelings we shared might have been love but we were much too scared to ever say it. Hours were spent staring at the stars sharing our deepest secrets and late night phone calls full of laughter. My only regret was that our demise was as cliché as our time together.
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
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