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Sep 2013
The year of cigarettes.
This year as a ghost.
The year of chauffeurs.
This year of sweater mornings.
The year of not being __ enough.
This year of risks.

I'm not sure where home is anymore.
Came Out Swinging by The Wonder Years.
I spent this year as a ghost.
Jessie
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Jessie
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