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May 2014
You may love every inch of me, except for one.
That one inch is sacred.
It is mine.
Forever.
When you leave, every inch will burn, except for one.
That is mine.
Forever.
It will keep me holding on and fighting. It will keep me from drowning.
That inch was never and will never be yours.
It is mine.
Forever.
May 26, 2014
Mary N
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Mary N  Asteroid B-612
(Asteroid B-612)   
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