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It’s 11:11 and I thought of you. I wished you'd text me, tell me to wish, as we used to do. A small hope, a sign, that maybe you were thinking of me too.
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC
wishes don't always come true
It’s 11:11 and I thought of you. I wished you'd text me, tell me to wish, as we used to do. A small hope, a sign, that maybe you were thinking of me too.
chelsea-doyal
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC
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