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Feb 2016
24.
when we were real and we were getting better
and we weren't fighting and shouting profanities
and it kind of always felt so false because i guess we were so used to the bad stuff
and everyone around us kept doubting all of the good stuff
and it shouldn't matter and it didn't but it would have been easier had other people had hope too
and i just guess i hope this time we
are real again
like two years ago in the snow
in the dark December night
way back when but hey,
we can be that again
Julia Mae
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Julia Mae  25/Illinois.
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