First day of summer. Tear stained paper once agian. Winter, spring, summer. Time passes but I still cry when I think of us. A loss is not something you get over. Something stays lost forever. You can buy a new shoe, but the fact remains that you'll never have that old comfy worn-in shoe again. It's lost forever. Like every day, never to be had
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love love love, jaclyn (the now smiling one)
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