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Nov 2014
Sometimes I sit and wonder,
Does he think of my name?
Does he ever think to send me a message?
A letter perhaps?
Has my existence become of no importance?
Drew a timeline,
Wondering,
Will there ever be a change?
Have my mistakes really brought me this far down?
I'm longing for a time turner.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros
Kathia Mariana Landeros
Written by
Kathia Mariana Landeros  26/F/Colorado
(26/F/Colorado)   
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   Harley Hucof
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