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May 2014
the ocean will be bigger no matter how big you think you are.
the thorns on rose stems will still ***** your skin no matter how thick it is.
the air will still be made up of complex gases no matter how much you love simplicity.
the boy you wrote letters to will crumple them and throw them no matter how many more you write and lock away.
nissa
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