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Aug 2015
I am plagued with thoughts of you
that keep me awake at night
until ungodly hours.
I am forced to remember the good times.
My brain chose to forget the bad.
I hope you perpetually think of me too,
like a virus that you just can't get rid of.
hannah lace
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