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Jul 2018
I hoped you would dream of me every day, and think of me every night.

That my name would not rest in the back of your mind, but linger on the tip of your tongue.

I had wished pining after me was not a pleasant interest, that it would’ve made you paranoid and afraid to be alone.
x.x H. Mars
(I wrote this for you, former lover)
Written by
Hunter Mars  22/F/in the tree line
(22/F/in the tree line)   
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     Lillian May and ---
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