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Mar 2014
this is hurting,
but I'm deserving after the way I hurt you.

I don't know how to begin to ask for forgiveness
for my sickness.

I wish it was the flu.

treading lightly
so you don't see how tightly I've bound myself
to keep from coming undone.
I miss you too.
Circa 1994
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Circa 1994  Florida
(Florida)   
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   Cailey Weaver
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