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Jan 2016
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We used to spend lazy days in bed, listening to the birds wake restless sleepers. The sun would cast shadows over us and in moments like those, I thought I couldn't love you more...
The glory of morning is for fools entangled.
I hate remembering you
The memories make me sick

Leigh
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