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Jul 2015
I thought I stopped loving her... I really thought I did. But realized you never really stop loving your first love, do you? I mean, she’ll always have a piece of my heart, she’ll have it because I was blushing & my heart was stumbling over its feet and I let her have it. I felt the stupid butterflies in my stomach and I let her take them. I let her take it because I mean, she was beautiful and she was everything I wanted. But her stupid smile was a gunshot that wrecked the glass house inside my chest and her voice, a voice I’m starting to finally forget & I’m scared because I don’t want to forget, I don’t, but it was a painkiller that only worked halfway and left the rest of the pain to rot away. Her voice was a song that made me feel like everything will be alright someday. Her voice is a song that I want to memorize again and god, a song so fine & I just want to hear it one more time..
Tim Amaru
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Tim Amaru  Orlando
(Orlando)   
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