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#gofrickyourself
When I think of you, my day grows brighter. The memory of your touch, induces joy in my heart. What a shame it is to not be able to find that joy again As I live each day just wishing to die so that I can see your face again Not the man you have become but the boy you used to be. So for that I'm ready for whatever this life throws at me.
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May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 10:05 AM UTC
The boy