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Mar 2016
I don't know about you but,

For me, mornings are the worst. Because mornings mean waking up. And waking up is remembering. And with remembering comes realization. The daily realization, that you are no longer around.
Written by
saniyya  canada
(canada)   
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   Lucinda Hikari
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