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Here I sit, at a sushi restaurant, Alone. Thinking of the disgust on your face at seeing me. Here I sit, Thinking about everything I planned on saying to you As I handed you the 12 daisies, your third favorite flower. Here I sit, Regretting, Aching, Lost in a tunnel of self loathing Here I sit, Thinking on the words I said as I Handed you the flowers "Trash em, burn em, I don't care" I didn't mean that. I didn't. Here I sit Here I sit.
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
They didn't have pink roses or Hawaiian hydrangeas
Here I sit, at a sushi restaurant, Alone. Thinking of the disgust on your face at seeing me. Here I sit, Thinking about everything I planned on saying to you As I handed you the 12 daisies, your third favorite flower. Here I sit, Regretting, Aching, Lost in a tunnel of self loathing Here I sit, Thinking on the words I said as I Handed you the flowers "Trash em, burn em, I don't care" I didn't mean that. I didn't. Here I sit Here I sit.
Denxai
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Denxai
30/Non-binary
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
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