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You are family Whom I have never seen The one that told me stories Whenever I was lonely I speak to you more than I do  to Him who took you             I’ve cried when you left me
Sometimes I feel like I just need to say things: like yellow is my favorite color. I prefer cloudy days over sunny days. When I was young I mixed milk and maple syrup and drank from colored cups like shots
There once was a young girl, who wanted to escape. She would close her eyes, and imagine a place;
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