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Mar 4
People say if you stare at something too long your brain will make something up just so you don't think your crazy. That's when I met him, Nice , gentle ,like a breeze and his hugs were as comfortable as a blanket.  We grew to know each other . He helped me out of misery. eventually another boy came and asked me who I  was talking to when I turned to introduce them I saw only fog .
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lily benitez
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