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Jan 2017
I don’t remember what you look like,
but that doesn’t stop the memories.
I’m sure you’ve grown older.
Maybe you know what you did to me
or maybe you still don’t care.
But sometimes my heart still races
and I panic, thinking I saw you,
only to remember
I don’t even know
what you look like.
Stephanie
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Stephanie  33/F/Canada
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