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Nov 2013
ow
4:59 am
Opened my eyes, reached for my phone..
...

no
another girl. ***. ****. alcohol. no strings.
your ideal

Baby, why?
(You're not my baby)

You're a monster
YOU TORE ME TO PIECES, I STILL LOVE YOU
I'M NOT OKAY

How could you do this to me?
It will never be okay.

Ultimately honey
You're going to regret it

*goodbye I'm not here for you anymore
Written by
ve  Toronto
(Toronto)   
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