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[setaspikedc19]

Pouring over photographs
I'm living in your letters
Breath deeply from this envelope, it smells like you
And I can't be without that scent, it's filling me
With all you mean to me
To me

I miss it...
I miss camp
I miss Jon Doore's little "say it" moments
I miss acting like a goof
I miss calling home to people and bragging at how much fun I was having
I miss who I was when I was there...
I just miss it all