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Oct 2015
i see the way you talk to her and it breaks me,

every single time.  

i see the way you smile at her and it makes me cry,

again and again.

i see the way you look at her,

and i just wish that was me.
chris
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chris  21/F/tokyo
(21/F/tokyo)   
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