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Apr 2014
i didn't care for days, weeks, months.
but all of the sudden, it's 1:47
and i'm rocking back and forth
whispering to myself:
"don't miss the smell of the house,
don't miss the fat cat,
don't miss the pile of blankets and pillows
in the living room.
don't. DON'T."
kaitlyn-marie
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kaitlyn-marie  Nashville, TN
(Nashville, TN)   
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