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Jan 2015
It doesn't make sense.
I can't make sense of it all.

When I looked at you, I used to see everything,
as if the world lived in your piercing blue eyes.

Now, all I see is how many daunting seasons have passed,
countless beyond compare to the amount that have in reality.

I can't explain it,
I can't explain how it makes me feel.

A.C
Alicia
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Alicia  20/F/UK
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