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Jul 2015
I always miss people.

I miss the first boy I ever had a crush on:
The butterflies in my stomach as he walked down elementary school halls toward me.  

I miss feeling alive.

I miss my childhood bestfriend;
the one who stabbed me in the back. I miss sneaking into the kitchen for a midnight snack and laughing with the floors creeking under our feet.

I miss the innocence.

I miss my high school friends.
The ones who said they'd never leave, "best friends forever". I miss the realness and the togetherness of them.

I miss the simplicity

But most of all I miss having a favorite song, a go-to dance move, and being able to sing carelessly in my pajamas.

*I miss me.
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ekh  22
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