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Nov 2014
It's 3:42.
I'm laying in bed thinking about you.
Broken, hurt, nevertheless but sad.
You always do this but I still come running back.
Now its 3:43 and I'm still thinking about you,
remembering how we used to be happy at 3:42.
Shelby DiPatrizio
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