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Oct 2019
we try to talk
and it just feels off
he says sorry againΒ Β 
he just feels so bad
so i tell him it's okay
but it's not

i convince him it's fine
out of sight, out of mind
his eyebrows relax
he seems visibly relieved
he goes back to talking
but i know it's a lie
youcancallmesierra
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youcancallmesierra  18/F/i'm not really sure
(18/F/i'm not really sure)   
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