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Aug 2020
“home isn’t a place. home is a person,” has never felt so true.

the only thing that i can think about is you.

i’m sorry for ruining it. it was me, not you, as cliche as that sounds.

i want to go home.
miss you, baby.
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alexa  F/fl
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