The 13th Thing
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Complete Thu, Jul 12, 2018
I was 13 when I first understood the meaning of true love.
I was 13 when I had my first love, definitely the last.
I was 13 when he came.
I was 13 when he suddenly changed everything.
I was 13 when I left.
I was 13 when everything started to fall apart.
I was 13 when I realized i'm dying.
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