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Mar 2019
Everyday at three fifteen you appear in my thoughts.
Routine urges me to reach out to you.
But by three sixteen I remember why I won’t,  
you aren’t worth my time.
Letting go of some of the toxic things in my life.
Caitlin
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Caitlin  F/Ontario
(F/Ontario)   
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         Emma, T, memoona kazmi, FreeMind and A Simillacrum
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