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some things are not meant to be returned be it a library’s borrowed book or hands that cannot hold ours and leave us cold because we need those things as reminders of the people who once borrowed or took what belongs to us and in our story i know why i remember you so well: it is my warmth which you borrowed and my heart that you took
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 6:13 AM UTC
reminders of you
some things are not meant to be returned be it a library’s borrowed book or hands that cannot hold ours and leave us cold because we need those things as reminders of the people who once borrowed or took what belongs to us and in our story i know why i remember you so well: it is my warmth which you borrowed and my heart that you took
i thought of a friend who hasnt returned my lang leav book. and i thought of you who has neither returned my heart nor given yours in exchange, wjh
lunar-love
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 6:13 AM UTC
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