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they always told me about how i would cling onto your leg wherever you would go, attached as if we were conjoined. she always told me i got my dimples from you, i get complimented on them a lot. eleven years in the making yet it somehow feels like it was just yesterday reminiscing i could never forget it and of course 1992 pearl jam does not make the pain less wounding. you would have known. all the time. i always imagine how things would be now if history had been erased and re written. it hurts all the time i always get this stabbing sensation in my chest, it's the memories. it's the pain. eleven years in the making, and i wish i still could hear your voice. the time could go backwards the memories could rewind but eleven years would still be eleven years the other way around.
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Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
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they always told me about how i would cling onto your leg wherever you would go, attached as if we were conjoined. she always told me i got my dimples from you, i get complimented on them a lot. eleven years in the making yet it somehow feels like it was just yesterday reminiscing i could never forget it and of course 1992 pearl jam does not make the pain less wounding. you would have known. all the time. i always imagine how things would be now if history had been erased and re written. it hurts all the time i always get this stabbing sensation in my chest, it's the memories. it's the pain. eleven years in the making, and i wish i still could hear your voice. the time could go backwards the memories could rewind but eleven years would still be eleven years the other way around.
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Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
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