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The First Time.

There's a first time for everything, but, today, was the very first for me. I walked up to the 1st floor, pushed right through the door. I found my way in, it was a little pack like a sardine tin. I sat by the chair, she had wavy hair. She invited me to her room, i thought that was my doom. And then it begun, everything i had run from, was now being faced. I was almost in a daze. I raised my chin, and begin to breathe in. This is where, it all became the first time.
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Jun 22, 2015
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