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Nov 2015
Like a switch flipping off and on, your happiness was never predictable.
I spent my days crawling on my already skinned knees and reaching as far as I could to make you happy.
Some days it worked.
And some days it didn’t.
But that’s what you do for the one you love.
I think.
Quinn Coleman
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Quinn Coleman  Kansas
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