I sat outside in the cold without a jacket today just to feel
I analyzed each of our interactions to see if any of it was real.
Was everything we lived through made up in my mind?
Were you ever really mine?
Mar 25, 2024
Mar 25, 2024 at 12:05 AM UTC
I sat outside in the cold without a jacket today just to feel
I analyzed each of our interactions to see if any of it was real.
Was everything we lived through made up in my mind?
Were you ever really mine?
“Grief is just love with no place to go.”
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