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Feb 2016
18.
It gets harder and harder by the day
To learn how to forget your name
And see that face and train myself
That I never trusted my secrets with it
Much less ever kissed it
Brown eyes and brown hair
Aren't the same on anyone else now
Yours were always my favorite, and still
It's like you possess all of the color
And everyone else is bland and gray
And I don't understand how you don't care
That someone sees you as this surreal creature here
I'd give an arm and leg to receive a glance
Feel like I'm worth looking at
Julia Mae
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Julia Mae  25/Illinois.
(25/Illinois.)   
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