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Jun 2020
I took what you gave me and saved it for a rainy day.

I put it in my pocket, carrying it with me on the way.

I'd checked on it in the sunshine, smiling at its essence, knowing that a day would come when I would need it's presence.

But when that day came, a hole had worn my pocket through and through, until there was absolutely not a trace of what I had from you.
Cailey Weaver
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Cailey Weaver  22/F/Florida
(22/F/Florida)   
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