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Aug 2020
The loneliness I feel when I drop you off at home is pathetic, the silence swirls around me in my dark room, the music from Spotify is playing on low volume.

It would be a short drive over to your place but I need not be too attached to you, how else am I going to survive if you end up leaving me for someone better.
Julia Supernault
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Julia Supernault  24/F
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