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Dec 2018
i didnt want to leave
its supposed to help
but
my heart aches
my throat burns
all i can smell is rotten fruit
reaching into every crevice of the room where we laughed
we laughed for hours
but now im gone
and its gone
and theres nothing left for the two of us
except all the polaroids and inside jokes
break ups are hard
madison
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madison  16/F
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