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Jun 2016
I don't know how to sleep in this empty apartment anymore.
I'm so used to him being here.
I get tired just sitting next to him.
But when he isn't, it's like I could stay up til the sun rises.
Chameleon
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Chameleon  29/F/Ohio
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