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too much history, where there was pain. so much strength, where I have strained to find you. with all that we have lost, together. I, myself have gained boundless measures within this life.   Simple to count...                                                                                      family                                             boots                                                                    coffee          love                                                                                                            books                              winter                                                                  mystery         long nights                                                                                        city lights                                                   fog                                                                 experience             music                                                                                               great films                                cherries                                                            fall                                                                                              peaches                mangoes                                                                      the future                                   poets                                                                                                 and their poetry. We are not the names we carry. We are the years we wear. We are not cursed creatures. We are not our bodies. We are infinite certainties.
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
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too much history, where there was pain. so much strength, where I have strained to find you. with all that we have lost, together. I, myself have gained boundless measures within this life.   Simple to count...                                                                                      family                                             boots                                                                    coffee          love                                                                                                            books                              winter                                                                  mystery         long nights                                                                                        city lights                                                   fog                                                                 experience             music                                                                                               great films                                cherries                                                            fall                                                                                              peaches                mangoes                                                                      the future                                   poets                                                                                                 and their poetry. We are not the names we carry. We are the years we wear. We are not cursed creatures. We are not our bodies. We are infinite certainties.
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
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