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Dec 2013
and I guess I still wonder if your mom still asks about me, (but I know she does because I saw her at the store and she commented on how my hair was longer and you haven't been the same since I left) and you'll wonder if I still stay up all night drinking tea that has long gone cold and playing my favorite sad song on repeat, but I guess we both know that I do. And you'll remember the first night I said I loved you in the stale air of your car that only the silence that comes after a huge fight can create and I'll remember how your lips did more damage on my skin than a bottle of whiskey and drunken flirtation with razor blades ever did.
Kay Reed
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Kay Reed  F/ohio
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