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I'm not the type to miss people when I leave, Or think about them when I'm gone. But I met you. And suddenly, I'm starting to think that I might just miss you when I leave. And it sticks like a thorn in my side, To know that I too, can feel such sorrow. A.C
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
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I'm not the type to miss people when I leave, Or think about them when I'm gone. But I met you. And suddenly, I'm starting to think that I might just miss you when I leave. And it sticks like a thorn in my side, To know that I too, can feel such sorrow. A.C
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
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