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Aug 2021
She gets a little ****** when the moon is full. She asked me if I feel the way her Magnet pulls?
All of the things we have never said built a wall inside our heads.
Now I lay here waiting wandering if she might be dead.
I do not recognize my reflection, where is she without me?
I let her wander long an far this time, an now she's gone probly not even looking for a street sign.
Cassandra
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Cassandra  33/F/MO
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