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the cold taste of ice cream the subtle breeze coming in through a window the warmth from the sun the sweetness from chocolate her hair blowing in the wind as she's walking to a better place far from here.
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
things she wont feel anymore
the cold taste of ice cream the subtle breeze coming in through a window the warmth from the sun the sweetness from chocolate her hair blowing in the wind as she's walking to a better place far from here.
jenny-g
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
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