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Mar 7
I always imagine that being loved will be  
Like sunshine on my face
Like silencing my racing thoughts
Like slowing my heart rate
Like the smell right after it rains

But then they fall in love with me
And I lose all my senses
Heather
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Heather  30/F/NJ
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