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Oct 2016
Every night I think of you, when I lay down in bed. It feels so empty here now, your face won't leave my head. At the time we were too young, still green in this unforgiving world. You thought it was best to grow apart, now I need something new to live for.

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S G Arndt
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S G Arndt  24/M/Midwest
(24/M/Midwest)   
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