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Mar 2017
I don't want to look at her photos right now,
they'll only induce tears in my eyes.
I've practically cried them dry.
I don't want to look at her photos right now,
but I kind of want to at the same time,
because I'm so scared, so ******* scared,
that they will be the only thing I have left of her.
People tell me it takes time to get over a breakup
but what if that's not enough, what if time still won't heal me.

[STOP CRYING YOU ******* FOOL!]
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