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Jul 2013
I guess falling in love is the equivalent of sitting in the middle of the road with your eyes closed, listening to the sound of cars.

You hear them coming closer and closer, and you brace yourself for the impact, not knowing when it’ll finally hit.

And I guess that’s what makes it so terrifying.
Kay Reed
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Kay Reed  F/ohio
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