It physically and psychologically hurt to be back here again.

Tresa Stephens
402 69th Street Apt. 21
New York City, NY 10021

I got out, and now I'm free. I'll be at the Ritz Diner on 62nd if you ever feel like visiting.

So kiss me and smile for me.

Tell me that you'll wait for me..

Hold me like you'll never let me go!

Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane.

At 6:45 in the morning back to NY for the week. Let me know if you'll be wanting a bagel or something.

<3

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