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Apr 16, 2009 15:14

It comes in waves. At moments I'll feel like I can handle myself. But at times I'll think of something that reminds me of her, and I'll just be overwhelmed with sadness. I saw the picture you framed for me, and I cried. I don't get to be the boy you kiss anymore. 30 more days... 30 more opportunities for you to be taken...
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