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Sep 2013
saw your bus finally coming after waiting for half an hour
it was always a pain to know that you were finally leaving
we didn't talk, like children (and i'm so sorry for that)
i'm mostly made of horrible things all covered in ****
we didn't even kiss goodbye and it's killing me

it's been four months now

i'm seriously thinking about killing myself this year.
fritzler
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