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I'm sad that you could only call me Avery or use the right pronouns when we broke up. God you found it so hard to let ("him") or Avery slip off your tongue because you were holding onto someone who's been dead for a while now. I'm a boy and you knew it hoping/praying dear gods please not "(her)" please.. But I am. I am the sin you were praying could be prayed away. And now my heart hurts. Because I'm the sin that couldn't be prayed away and God those are the worst ones and I'm sorry.
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 8:54 PM UTC
Her. And you.
I'm sad that you could only call me Avery or use the right pronouns when we broke up. God you found it so hard to let ("him") or Avery slip off your tongue because you were holding onto someone who's been dead for a while now. I'm a boy and you knew it hoping/praying dear gods please not "(her)" please.. But I am. I am the sin you were praying could be prayed away. And now my heart hurts. Because I'm the sin that couldn't be prayed away and God those are the worst ones and I'm sorry.
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 8:54 PM UTC
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