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it's been seven days well, to be exact four days since i stopped making contact seven days since you did and on crowded busses i often wondered if i crossed your mind and on empty sheets i wondered if your hands were touching someone else and i hoped that your mattress wasn't weighed down by two and that the passengers seatbelt remained unbuckled and let me tell you, that after seven days waking up to a text that reads "fkn lol" is more of a stab in the heart than your silence ever was
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Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
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it's been seven days well, to be exact four days since i stopped making contact seven days since you did and on crowded busses i often wondered if i crossed your mind and on empty sheets i wondered if your hands were touching someone else and i hoped that your mattress wasn't weighed down by two and that the passengers seatbelt remained unbuckled and let me tell you, that after seven days waking up to a text that reads "fkn lol" is more of a stab in the heart than your silence ever was
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Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
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