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Nov 2015
I added you to my mistakes list.
Remember that list?
You and I made one up for my
dumb mistakes.
You loved making fun of
number four because it really
******.

You're number seven now.
Figures.
You love the number seven.
And forty-two.
And I should probably stop writing.
Because I know if I don't,
then I'll never get rid of my feelings
for you.
We'd laugh so hard over some of my mistakes because they were pretty funny. Some of them weren't though. I'd cry while talking about them because I regretted them so much.
I wish you weren't a part of the list, but you are now.
AdiΓ³s, nΓΊmero siete.
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     princessv, NV, SPT and Priya Patel
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