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Aches - Age 25

I miss him. I love him. He was never mine. I miss him because I loved him; love him without understanding the how when or why Lord, help me, I found the best kind of connection in the worst kind of unavailable. No, really, help?

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chris-hollermann

American

Published: Jan 8, 2014
LinesWords: 1545

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