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Sep 2015
On the last time I sat on your bed.

He was the eye of a storm within my mind. Calamity. Calm. Calamity. Short sentences with long ideals. He taught me that the people I forget about most easily are the people that just might be the most important.  I guess I really am sorry that I made you cry, maybe.
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September
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September  Victoria, BC
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