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May 2016
I had a dream about us last night.
We went to the movies and bickered about snacks,
It was almost like a normal day
Except we were on the bus instead of the backseat of my mom's car
And you could still look at me without disgust in your eyes.
Get out of my head, please.
It hurts too much.
wren cole
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wren cole  23/FTM/NC
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