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Throwback though it's not Thursday, I miss you like it's mondays. Your skin that touches mine, from green to blue yours to mine ours that i treasure, hours that doesnt need to be measured.
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Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
Nostalgic
Throwback though it's not Thursday, I miss you like it's mondays. Your skin that touches mine, from green to blue yours to mine ours that i treasure, hours that doesnt need to be measured.
#sad#pain#cry#blue#her#him#you#miss#missing
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georgette-baya
Chicago, IL
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
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