August. Why'd you have to go and come back?
August. Please leave me somewhat intact.
August. It's somewhat brutal getting through every day.
August. I am sorry for begging you to go away.
August. The end is nowhere near.
August. I start each thought with, "this time last year".
A love story
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A Love Story, if told correctly, will do nothing less than ruin your heart.
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