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Sep 2013
I start a text:
hey
I delete it.
I start a new one:
how are you?
delete.
I sit there and wonder
With my phone in my hand.
I begin to type again:
i miss you..
the cursor blinks at the end of the phrase
a lot
I hold my phone tight.
Nope.
Can't do it.
delete.
Nicholle Justine
Written by
Nicholle Justine  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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