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Mar 2016
to my beautiful mess -
you were my rock when I was weak, you were my anchor when I was crazy, you were my calm when I was wild.. but I never got to show you because my pride stood in my way. I look for you still, and hope one day to find you.. but until that day comes.. I wish you the best.. I love you
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