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Mar 2014
I'M SORRY THAT I'M WRITING YOUR NAME ON MY FOLDER AND I'M SORRY THAT I GRIN LIKE AN IDIOT WHENEVER YOU TALK TO ME AND I APOLOGIZE FOR MY HEART THAT THUMPS LIKE THE WINGS OF GIANT MOTHS WHENEVER YOU'RE AROUND ME AND I'M SORRY THIS IS ONE WHOLE RUN-ON SENTENCE.
I'M SORRY I SAY "WOW" WHENEVER I SEE IS YOUR FACE, BUT IT'S JUST SO FANTASTIC. YOUR FACE HOLDS GRAVEL AND BUBBLES OF LAUGHTER AND INTELLIGENT THINGS YOU'RE ABOUT TO SAY. YOUR HIPS ARE THIN, BUT THEY'RE PRESENT ENOUGH FOR ME TO GRAB THEM. OH, DID I MENTION YOUR EYES? GREEN AND GRAY, LIKE CAVES. I'D LIKE TO KNOW WHAT YOUR CAVES HOLD IN THEM.

I'M SORRY THAT I'VE NEVER SAID THIS TO YOU, BUT THIS COUNTS FOR SOMETHING, RIGHT?

~~a.s.f.
((there is more, but I cut it off here))
asf
Written by
asf  in a mountain somewhere
(in a mountain somewhere)   
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   Taylor and Elisa sanlatte
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