I can feel that pain of you forgetting me. I wait pathetically for my phone to light up from your text.
The anxiety of you forgetting me about me is killing me. Then again, I’m not the memorable anyway.
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 5:34 PM UTC
I can feel that pain of you forgetting me. I wait pathetically for my phone to light up from your text.
The anxiety of you forgetting me about me is killing me. Then again, I’m not the memorable anyway.
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