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Jan 2018
I still think about that girl
every once in a while.
I think about her long black hair,
I think about her cat like smile,
I think about those long,
late nights, when we would just drive around for hours.

I think about a lot of things,

and some days
I can tell that I miss her....

But then I think about all those times when she never felt the same
"and she's trying to sleep it off
with her head on my shoulder"
Rick Snow
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Rick Snow  23/M/Maine
(23/M/Maine)   
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