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Mar 2014
But its fall and the leaves on the trees are dying and I wish you were here so I could stare into your eyes to remind me of what color theΒ Β leaves are when they're alive, to remind me of how it feels to be alive because when you left I think my heart stopped beating and I died
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Emma Alexander
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