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Do I miss home? Or do I miss the way the high tasted?
Do I miss home, or the way numb felt? Do I miss home, or how fast life always was? Do I miss home, or the dead end, "I love you's?" Maybe I miss the cold. © 2018 Victoria Venable |
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Added on August 9, 2018 Last Updated on August 9, 2018 Author
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