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Mar 2019
i remember when i use to tell them “don’t let the door hit you on the way out” as they would carelessly walk out of my life again. these days i’ve grown to hold the door open and watch as they go instead. watching them leave me now is something like driving past a horrible accident and although you don’t want to look, you do anyways. i’ve grown use to these accidents, i’ve grown use to watching each and every one of them crash and burn and leave me with nothing. ive grown use to watching them leave and walk out of my life. so save me and just go. i’ll hold the door open for you.
Written by
lonleyflowerx  23/F/wisco
   Caleb Notte and Perry
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