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How many times have you called my name? I stopped counting after the first. I was taught never to count my blessings, or to expect more. But simply to appreciate their rarity. But you spoiled me. I grew accustomed to them. And now I cannot bear the silence.
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
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How many times have you called my name? I stopped counting after the first. I was taught never to count my blessings, or to expect more. But simply to appreciate their rarity. But you spoiled me. I grew accustomed to them. And now I cannot bear the silence.
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
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