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Oct 2014
Loving you was like falling asleep on a car ride home —
incomplete and much too brief.
I'm ****** I have to get up now.
When did I even fall asleep?
You only know it happened because you can't remember the in-between.
BF
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BF
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   --- and MKJ
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