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Nov 2019

How can my dreams be changed by you?
I miss you
Your memory infects my body so that I find it hard to walk
Drunk on remorse
Platonically of course
I don’t love you
I don’t know

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Ashleigh 15/F/Canada

(15/F/Canada)

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