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A boy on the train ran his fingers through his hair in the same way you used to. It was nice to remember... and then it wasn't.
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Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
12 am Train Rides Home
A boy on the train ran his fingers through his hair in the same way you used to. It was nice to remember... and then it wasn't.
Why the **** do i still find pieces of you in the smallest of things?
brianna16
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Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
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