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Jul 2014
I wanted to kiss your forehead and tell you it would all be okay so ******* bad
But it was cold and you were tired and wanted to sleep because you're a mess and I'm depressed and you don't look at me with galaxies in your eyes like I do you and I knew we'd never work
I should've just kissed your ******* forehead
I'm a wreck
Sky
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Sky  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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