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Aug 2014
His eyes are like glass, but stone cold.

I feel like the one who is close to shattering. I can't be the strong one.

What's wrong with me.

I miss him.
Erin-Taylor
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Erin-Taylor  24/F/New Jersey
(24/F/New Jersey)   
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