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Aug 2018
Every person with the same glasses
reminds me of you.
Everytime I see them my heart begins to race, and my face goes red.
It’s exhausting.
I’m so tired.
Elizabeth Zenk
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Elizabeth Zenk  19/F/Getting There
(19/F/Getting There)   
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