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Sep 2012
So this is how it goes every time,
right? We've got bodies in the backseat.
We've got luggage stacked tenfold
on the roof.
How can you expect me not
to break, when all I've ever
been carrying is still
not
good enough.
Hannah Sabine
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Hannah Sabine
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   Timothy and K Balachandran
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