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Oct 2016
i never thought it would happen like this. i always thought i would be the one who lit the match and watched the flames rise. but that wasn't how it happened at all. it was her. she was the one who lit the match. she was the one who watched the bridge we built burn. i never thought it would be her. i always thought it would be me. yet, here i am, watching the burning bridge she so passively lit.
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jenna elizabeth  26/F/dallas, oregon
(26/F/dallas, oregon)   
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