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there was this girl, she was pretty and funny, she didn’t care about money, i fell in love with her slowly, but surely. she was everywhere, the out-going type, i thought i could be someone she could like. we became best friends, i got to know her, that didn’t make me like her any less, but she saw that i was a mess. the next week was hell, felt like i was locked in a solitary cell. i had no one, not even her. she was not just another someone, she was supposed to be my forever. i got used to isolation, solitude became my refuge. with other people i had no connection.
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Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 9:44 AM UTC
first love.
there was this girl, she was pretty and funny, she didn’t care about money, i fell in love with her slowly, but surely. she was everywhere, the out-going type, i thought i could be someone she could like. we became best friends, i got to know her, that didn’t make me like her any less, but she saw that i was a mess. the next week was hell, felt like i was locked in a solitary cell. i had no one, not even her. she was not just another someone, she was supposed to be my forever. i got used to isolation, solitude became my refuge. with other people i had no connection.
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Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 9:44 AM UTC
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