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Oct 2017
If he were the peak of a mountain,
I would have fallen headfirst into the air just to feel the sweet rush of not knowing where I'm going to land,
they call this losing your mind,
but I call it the one taste of ethereal euphoria that is one moment away from being called heaven,
and if heaven existed,
it'd be right in his eyes.
I met someone.
Mikayla Smith
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Mikayla Smith  19/F/Michigan
(19/F/Michigan)   
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