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Aug 2014
Painfully remembering every word you said, it went through my head like a flashback; pushing the pain away with a blade; cursing your name in the pace of the wind felt like yesterday; while wishing you were here to stay felt like a flashback you could never take back.. The day my memory is gone you will be nothing more than a burning flashback stuck to my brain like the pain was never erased
Dominique Yates
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Dominique Yates  22/F/In Space Time Continuum
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