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I'm too scared to even call you. It's been 10 years.
I was 15. Would you even remember me? Are you mad at me for being an insolent child?
You knew one of my secrets, and you still didn't hate me.
I need to know you still remember my secret. I need to know you don't hate me.
I'm too scared to even call you. I think I give up.
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“For one moment we are not failed tests and broken condoms and cheating on essays; we are crayons and lunch boxes and swinging so high our sneakers punch holes in the clouds.” --- Wintergirls
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