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May 24
I often dream of you
Us having fun, happy as can be
Our friends around us too
The one we lost we finally see
I awake and become sad
Because that used to be reality
I don’t feel too bad
I left for many reasons, in actuality
I needed room to breathe, to be free
Loving me seemed like a chore
Was it hard to love me?
I feel like I loved you more
Madelyn Annette
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Madelyn Annette  23/F/Nevada
(23/F/Nevada)   
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