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thinking of June

Sometimes, inside, there are times I die.

While walking down the boulevard I can feel the warmth of summer licking upon my flesh, yet with each step I take a piece of me breaks off and crashes upon the ground, smashing into a thousand million pieces that leave a trail that could have lead you back to me. Even when I am surrounded by a sea of faces I still feel bitterly alone, hollow….void.

When suns shine their best and warm breezes cut through the sky, there are still times that I cant help but cry….over the thought of you.

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