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Jan 2015
14
On New Year's day, I kept writing the date wrong. My pen inked the year before. It bled through the next page.

The feeling was so very similar to how I used to wake, my lips immediately finding the your name.

Only to be replied by cold, flat sheets.
I bought 11 pens today. Oh dear.
I hope you, you and you are having a brilliant day.
If you're feeling a little blue, do something you geniunely love. Call up your friend. Write, sing, read, watch a movie! eek
xo
*hugs*
Amanda
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Amanda  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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