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Sep 2014
I remember the anger in your bloodshot eyes, tears pouring from them as you staring at me. I remember the tremble in your voice, when you told me the news. I remember you shaking hands, weak from your exhaustion. I remember holding you, as you cried, hopelessly. I remember it all. Do you?
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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