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Aug 2012
it's that feeling where
you hold your breath all week,
expecting to be able to exhale in the car
and draw smiley faces in the fog.
but instead,
you roll your window down
and breathe out into the cold air,
and realize,
you're alone.
Written by
Cassie
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