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Dec 2018
there’s two reasons why someone doesn’t talk about something;
it either means nothing to them
or it means everything to them.


if i was your everything then how come we became nothing? why couldn’t we be everything if i believed we could? why did  our “everything’s” meant nothing in the first place? why? just, why?
kaela
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kaela  14/chicago
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