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Oct 2018
I crave for impossible things to happen ,I’m 32 years old  and I’m in a empty parking lot crying,I woke up this morning contemplating the peace and acceptance our break up gave me ,I guess it was illusions ,I wanna text you and asked you “what are you up to” I want one of your hugs ,stop crying
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Endy509
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