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Oct 2015
its hard because i thought we had an hourglass
and it was half        *******       full and then you
said ****  it  and  threw  it  at  the wall and i look
back  through texts               and it wasn't slowly
falling apart it  all  went  wrong  in        one night
one phone call    one goodbye and it's gone. the
sand's   all  over  the  floor  and  there's     blood
dripping down my thigh and whos gonna hug me
while i cry it's not  okay that it happened like this.
chris
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chris  21/F/tokyo
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