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i used to think i was "that girl" who was destined to live a life that only amounted to **** buddies and loves that i drove away because who the hell wants to get close to a person                                                                        a human                                                                                        born imperfect                                                                                                                 and therefore unable to promise to never leave you or never hurt you or never let you get too far into something that they know will never be capable of lasting as long as you need it to. but here i am                        ****** up                        anxious                        irritable                        downright depressed but ready and prepared and on the way to not being such a ******* idiot who thinks another person                     another boy                     another mouth is going to make me happy. I'm already there.
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
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i used to think i was "that girl" who was destined to live a life that only amounted to **** buddies and loves that i drove away because who the hell wants to get close to a person                                                                        a human                                                                                        born imperfect                                                                                                                 and therefore unable to promise to never leave you or never hurt you or never let you get too far into something that they know will never be capable of lasting as long as you need it to. but here i am                        ****** up                        anxious                        irritable                        downright depressed but ready and prepared and on the way to not being such a ******* idiot who thinks another person                     another boy                     another mouth is going to make me happy. I'm already there.
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
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