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I found myself missing someone who used to like all the little things about me, so I went on a little scavenger hunt picking up bobby pins and crunched up leaves; a couple old CDs and a bunch of little words left unsaid; a tiny music box and a ton of old pictures that are the only pieces left as proof and all the little things were laid out and added up only to disappear in an instant because they do not even resemble who I am anymore — who am i who am i gd
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
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I found myself missing someone who used to like all the little things about me, so I went on a little scavenger hunt picking up bobby pins and crunched up leaves; a couple old CDs and a bunch of little words left unsaid; a tiny music box and a ton of old pictures that are the only pieces left as proof and all the little things were laid out and added up only to disappear in an instant because they do not even resemble who I am anymore — who am i who am i gd
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
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