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Feb 2015
you used to pick me up when i fell,
but now i am laying on this cold concrete floor and i hear someone snickering in the background and i know i haven't heard your laugh in awhile but i know i could never forget that laugh of yours.
i can't stop rambling.
Kristica
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Kristica  Find me in the forest
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