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Jul 2018
With the setting of the sun,with the falling of tides, I realize how accustomed I had grown to the feeling; of wind on my skin,of hailstones falling.
Alphabetized , my many names. A blurred face in a hallway of mirrors.an I will never forget those moments in which I lay on your chest and your heartbeat was what calmed me.
Mackenzie thomas
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Mackenzie thomas  16/F
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