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Sunday, June 30, 2013

2 years.
Just saying
Not that I care.
IF words could escape, Id write a million to you.
Or Id memorize each feature, each attribute about you like a word
That everytime I whisper the word, I feel a part of you within me. That after you, Id have nothing to write about. That the words stop befriending me just like you stopped existing in me.