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Oct 2014
You don't understand how much it burns to miss you...
Scalding water down my spine doesn't have a patch on it...
Flames lick my most sensitive organs, still. Nothing compares to the burning sensation in my soul.
Missing you hurts like hell.
There's nothing cliche about these feelings.
Ruthie
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Ruthie  Dublin, Ireland
(Dublin, Ireland)   
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