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May 2015
In the end, whatever argument or whatever place we stood I knew that I would wake up and you would be there with me and that made any place with you bearable...the fact that you would always be by my side.
So tell me what to do now? Tell me what to do when you're gone. Tell me how to breathe because I don't think I can anymore.
Anna Bella Flores
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Anna Bella Flores  In my head
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