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Jan 2014
I want to ride my bike there but I don't have one
and it's too cold to walk to the bridge
i would wait until spring but that's too far away
   what if no one shows up,what if no one cares
what if they're only shocked or say it's what they expected
what if someone thinks it's their fault?But it's no ones,not even yours. in a sense,it's the memories I suppose. I try to suppress  them but I can't and I'm awfully sorry,I really am.
Alexandra rose
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Alexandra rose  New Jersey,USA
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