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Dec 2014
There's a gap between us and oh how I wish it was a seat, a row, a road, but that can't be. Just like you no longer fight for the seat next to me,or connect the rows, and no longer cross roads to see me. You no longer love me the way I always wished for.
Isabel
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Isabel  22/F
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