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May 2017
The past doesn't follow you
wherever you go.
I'm not saying it'll ever leave you.
But one of these days,
while you're busy writing stories,
I'll be off making memories.
And you can drown in the
ones you grew to hate.
bluevelvet
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bluevelvet  24/the same as you
(24/the same as you)   
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     Shanath and Leory Santana dawn
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