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"The months, they turn to days, the days, they turn to hours the hours, they turn to minutes the minutes, they turn to moments, and in these moments I am wistful; I am missing you."
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 12:57 AM UTC
X=Time spent missing you
"The months, they turn to days, the days, they turn to hours the hours, they turn to minutes the minutes, they turn to moments, and in these moments I am wistful; I am missing you."
elysiancypher
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 12:57 AM UTC
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