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Mar 2019
I’m sorry I can’t imagine your hand no longer resting on my leg in the car,
or not having that feeling of being a part of your world.
I can’t be okay with not being your’s.
I love you even though I didn’t mean to.
Chameleon
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Chameleon  29/F/Ohio
(29/F/Ohio)   
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     Fawn, Chidera Abaratu and Semihten5
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