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May 2013
I'm still wearing our
Ring.
Not really, because I don't have it but
In my head I do.
I constantly play with my finger,
Thinking of you as it
Hypothetically
Twists and turns and
Doesn't leave my finger green after awhile
Because I paid extra to make sure
It was real silver
So that on
your finger it
wouldn't do the same.

I wish I wouldn't have paid it though
Cause now when you take it off
You won't think of me because
That little green mark where your
Ring is supposed to be
Won't be there to remind you that
I love you.
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     Skai, Emily Tyler, ---, ---, RILEY and 7 others
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