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Dec 2017
Frustration arises as I struggle to find the tax office downtown.
I turn a corner and stop dead in my tracks.
Right in front of my face is the first place I met you.
I turn cold.
My stare glazes.
I hit the gas and speed right for the bridge.
The bridge keeps me safe and holds me up
while I'm breaking down inside of my car.





-this town is full of heartbreak for me
Stewie
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Stewie  32/F/Tampa, FL
(32/F/Tampa, FL)   
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