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These ******* hickies, are going to last longer than we did. Almost a year, spent on someone who got bored in a week. I never really had a chance with you. Did I? Not a chance in hell. I didn't think you'd turn into the empty headed zombies that walk around and infect people with the incurable sickness, of stupidity. I honestly thought you were immune like me, and for a fleeting moment I didn't feel so alone. But I was wrong. Yet again. And now I have these ******* hickies reminding me of the time I faltered and went into a hallucinogenic state. I can't even listen to my favorite music anymore without being reminded that you still exist. You ruined it, and you ruined me too.
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
I want them gone.
These ******* hickies, are going to last longer than we did. Almost a year, spent on someone who got bored in a week. I never really had a chance with you. Did I? Not a chance in hell. I didn't think you'd turn into the empty headed zombies that walk around and infect people with the incurable sickness, of stupidity. I honestly thought you were immune like me, and for a fleeting moment I didn't feel so alone. But I was wrong. Yet again. And now I have these ******* hickies reminding me of the time I faltered and went into a hallucinogenic state. I can't even listen to my favorite music anymore without being reminded that you still exist. You ruined it, and you ruined me too.
eve-emerald-allen
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
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