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Dec 2017
its not always at night when you miss him, when you lay in bed staring at the celing wondering where you went wrong or when you couldve tried harder.
sometimes its at 1pm on a random thursday and youre laughing but all of a sudden you remember something from when you were with him and it hurts like a bullet to the chest and theres nothing you can do about it
Written by
Caitlin Wilson  F/Seattle
(F/Seattle)   
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   JcA and Dave Cortel
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