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Jan 2014
I live in the past.
That's my problem.
My memory is haunting.
The memories with you make me sick and sad and feel broken
Which leaves me feeling all the more alone in the places we
Once were together; Happy and so full of love and of
Life
© Becca 2014
Becca
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Becca
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