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Aug 2019
Go to hell.
You can be two faced there.
My skin is made of paper and your words are open flames.
And don't you dare tell me you love me with the same tongue that burns me.
yeah. ive felt this for a while. I drafted this months ago but I held my tongue. nothing has changed. youre a *****. to the girl i love, to the friends i love, and to me. You dug yourself into this hole, and im not getting you out this time.
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