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I was holding his hand.
Wishing it would never let go but it was time.
He had to return to his life.
It was so hard. As always.
It felt so wrong. As always.

Saturday I turned 23.
Nothing is changed,
but still everything is different.
I had amazing birthday,
even I wasn't crawling on night club floor till 4am
licking liquors from bottom of shot glasses.
He was here
and it was enough.

I got bottle of my favorite perfume,
2 orgasm,
and kisses until I fell asleep.

he's gone.
Nights are colder
even though I can have the whole blanket now.

P.S. I bought myself birthday gift from Oh my clumsy heart

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