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May 2015
You'll never see my messy house,
She'll never see me so stressed out.
You'll never hear an I'm so sorry.
Apologies for what I've broken.
I just wish I could show her I can change and am changing **** it. But it's already over, and this is better..
EphemeralLikeGold
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EphemeralLikeGold  23/M
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   LycanTheThrope
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