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I woke in a jolt when I realised I left my high school yearbook out in the rain. Cradling memories like newborn children. Trying to blow life Into broken lungs.
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 5:00 AM UTC
Cut The Rope!
I woke in a jolt when I realised I left my high school yearbook out in the rain. Cradling memories like newborn children. Trying to blow life Into broken lungs.
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20/M/canada
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 5:00 AM UTC
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