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Nov 2014
My mom always prepared me for the      goodbyes. For the breakup call from your one true love that sends you to your knees and makes your heart stagger. She prepared me for the end that is said but she never prepared me for the call you never get and the goodbye that isn’t mentioned at all.
Hopeless Devotion
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