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Let you not leave. Least it leave, and be gone for far to long. Let this be for the rest of your life, and know that I love you. And all the flowers I made out of the puzzle pieces that never really fit, and spinning seem slowly dreaming. Of windy days when all the leaves are falling.
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Hey, sorry I wasn't able to get up with you over the weekend, drama shit came up plus other obligations.
When are you gonna make it up here?
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