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Jul 2014
I jumped out of a plane to find out if falling from thirteen thousand feet high would feel the same as falling for you. I guess it might of if I hadn't pulled the parachute, because I would have shattered on the ground like I did when you left and took everything I thought I was with you, but this time I found the ground and I was able to walk away in one piece.
This is really bad I don't know what I'm even saying goodbye
Written by
Ally  California
(California)   
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