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Jan 2018
We lay on our beds facing each other
Millions of miles apart

“It hurts.” She says, a tear slipping down the bridge of her nose and trailing against the seams of her other eye before finally landing on her pillow.


“I know.” I reply.

And I turn away from her.
Written by
mint  18/F/cali
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