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Jun 2015
We talked at three am every night, even when I was too tired, even when I was sad, even when it felt like no one could love me; you did.
You say stupid ***, late night confessionaries as though I'm your priest and your lover. So I tell you it's okay, and you keep talking about our secrets undiscovered.
*** beeeeeeast.
Charlie
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Charlie  Missouri
(Missouri)   
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