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and as i look down i see the little bit of what was left of you burn and as the flame gets bigger i swear i don't cry i laugh but to be honest i don't know why maybe its because of the sick panic of knowing your gone and i don't know how to handle it god i hate you for making me feel
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
as i look down
and as i look down i see the little bit of what was left of you burn and as the flame gets bigger i swear i don't cry i laugh but to be honest i don't know why maybe its because of the sick panic of knowing your gone and i don't know how to handle it god i hate you for making me feel
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
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