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  • March 1, 2014, 1:45 p.m.
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Some things you don't realise you'll miss until they're gone.

And some things you don't even realise you've missed until they're in your arms again, as if they'd never left, and all those moments you spent without them in the wastelands suddenly dissolve like bad dreams in the morning light.


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