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We were walking away from the life that once was ours, from the people that were the closest to us, from the places that heard us laugh; the park, the beach, the school, the palm trees, the lemon tree. To this day, every once in a while I catch myself thinking about how my life would've turned out if I hadn't left each of the places I used to belong. The many lives I could be living.
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 10:31 PM UTC
How (my) life goes
We were walking away from the life that once was ours, from the people that were the closest to us, from the places that heard us laugh; the park, the beach, the school, the palm trees, the lemon tree. To this day, every once in a while I catch myself thinking about how my life would've turned out if I hadn't left each of the places I used to belong. The many lives I could be living.
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 10:31 PM UTC
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