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Normal people would have forgotten. They would've moved on or at least convinced themselves they had. It's been a year since I last felt your skin, but as I lay in bed I still remember its texture vividly. It's been a year and I still can't call myself a normal person.
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
Moving on
Normal people would have forgotten. They would've moved on or at least convinced themselves they had. It's been a year since I last felt your skin, but as I lay in bed I still remember its texture vividly. It's been a year and I still can't call myself a normal person.
mesa-sebree
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
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