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Apr 2012
That thought wounded me,
the thought like pounced on me as though it was a predator,
a predator to my heart.
The original thought was that me and my friend would always be just friends when I loved him.
Victoria Jennings
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Victoria Jennings  26/F/Rhode Island
(26/F/Rhode Island)   
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