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made my bed for the first time since you left now it’s easier to pretend as if you’ve never laid your head beside mine almost i still can’t bear to look at the dishes the ***** plates from our last dinner together i hope they rot
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Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 8:25 PM UTC
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made my bed for the first time since you left now it’s easier to pretend as if you’ve never laid your head beside mine almost i still can’t bear to look at the dishes the ***** plates from our last dinner together i hope they rot
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Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 8:25 PM UTC
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