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Last published Mon, Jun 27, 2016
His eyes were blue. And I was drawn to them.
Maybe that's why. The reason it all happened. It's likely I'm delusional, it's just that I need something to blame it all on. It's a natural human thing to do right? Put the blame on someone else, a defense mechanism to help survive.
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