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I don't care about a lot of things. That's why the things I care about mean the world to me, but they hold a lot of power over me. Because the things I care about, are getting smaller and smaller. And I don't want to lose them, so I fight to hold on to them. But even though I fight with everything that's left of me, I'm losing people, places, and things that mean the world to me, and it makes me sadder and sadder.
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
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I don't care about a lot of things. That's why the things I care about mean the world to me, but they hold a lot of power over me. Because the things I care about, are getting smaller and smaller. And I don't want to lose them, so I fight to hold on to them. But even though I fight with everything that's left of me, I'm losing people, places, and things that mean the world to me, and it makes me sadder and sadder.
I'm losing sleep I'm losing friends I've got a love hate love with the city I'm in
redridinghood
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
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