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May 2013
I don't remember
okay!
Stop asking me.
I can't remember!
So back off.
I think we did
not.
Or maybe we
did.

My memories are
constantly
buffering.
The waiting.
It kills me.
And then
little
chunks
finally
load.

****.
I remember.

But now,
I don't want to.
Nicholle Justine
Written by
Nicholle Justine  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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