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it's hard to hear your name when I haven't seen in so long.

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dear luke,

ash and cal try not to say your name when they're around me and so does everyone else. it never happens, it always slips from someones mouth and it's hard to hear it sometimes. as much as I can't get you out of my head, your name haunts me the most. everytime I hear it, memories of us flood through my head one right after another. you know your eyes haunt me to, I dyed my hair blue to match your eyes. it's never going to compare though, never. I tried to make it as if it were the ocean just like your eyes are to me but it didn't work. nothing ever works.

-m.c.

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