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You're gone you're really gone. this isn't a bad dream or a sick joke, you're gone. really. I'll miss you, I think. though the truth is I really don't want to. I don't want to cry or mourn. I don't want to grieve. I don't wanna stay up all night hating myself because I didn't help you through the dark. I should've helped you through the dark.
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
Lucas
You're gone you're really gone. this isn't a bad dream or a sick joke, you're gone. really. I'll miss you, I think. though the truth is I really don't want to. I don't want to cry or mourn. I don't want to grieve. I don't wanna stay up all night hating myself because I didn't help you through the dark. I should've helped you through the dark.
but I will miss you, we all will. And I hope, for you, it's no longer dark.
qwn
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
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