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May 2018
Look at us that never was.
We met.
We laughed.
We ******.
Now we don't and without that, there's just you and there's just me.
Me, I learned to laugh. I loved and I loved every minute of loving you.
In spite of all it wasn't because for me it was...
Laughter.Joy.Beauty.Breathtaking.Epiphany.Epitome.Anathema­.
My favorite thing.
The song my soul sings.
Written by
tara mcnelly  Tulsa, OK
(Tulsa, OK)   
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