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May 2020
it’s the worst type of pain..
when they don’t remember anything, but the memories haunt you.
when the chaos is so loud, but you’re in a silent room.
what price am i willing to pay to be with you ?
when all i get is a text every few months, knowing you'll go home to her every night while i'm left without an explanation..
makaila
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makaila  F
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   MS Anjaan
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