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Sixty Nine . Read Me

I miss how we used to be, So vibrant, so honest, so wild & free I miss the way you would understand, Listen carefully, & be there when I needed a hand I miss our long, random talks at night, Our private conversations, our silly little fights I miss the way you could read my mind, Know what to say, when words are hard to find I miss the way you could brighten my day, Make me forget the mistakes, make the pain go away I miss how you made me laugh, I hate how you make me cry Loved how you said you'd always be there & so did I, But to you, everything that I say is just a lie
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emily-ryen
28 / F / USA
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Nov 6, 2017
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