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Oct 2018
Every thought that crosses my mind reminds me of you in every way. The breeze is as cold as the emptiness that remains. Nights alone are dark and long. Laying there in an empty bed, thousands of thoughts playing around in my head make it almost impossible to forget. Why is this all stuck in my head. Letting go is the only logical call but you have this hold over me that I can never explain. For now I will remain waiting for you, however in time, things will change.
Tia
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Tia  33/F/Brandon, Ms
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