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Jul 2014
you told me I wasn't going to do anything meaningful with my life and that broke me

until I realized that as you stared off into the mountains and let the wind brush your face

you were speaking to yourself.
You were never unhappy with me, just yourself.
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   --- and Joseph Schneider
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