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Grabbed my clothes, packed a bag, and threw away your empty promises. In my haste, I left my dearest possession. The pieces of it, anyways. Whatever, you can keep it. There’s nothing in it that you haven’t already taken from me. Don’t try to return it. You’ll never see me again.
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 4:31 AM UTC
I left you.
Grabbed my clothes, packed a bag, and threw away your empty promises. In my haste, I left my dearest possession. The pieces of it, anyways. Whatever, you can keep it. There’s nothing in it that you haven’t already taken from me. Don’t try to return it. You’ll never see me again.
mildlywindy
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 4:31 AM UTC
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