I don't think he will ever think of me ever again.
I don't think he ever did.
And I should be okay with that,
but I'm not.
I hate him.
I hate to miss him.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
I don't think he will ever think of me ever again.
I don't think he ever did.
And I should be okay with that,
but I'm not.
I hate him.
I hate to miss him.
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