he asked me what was wrong, i replied nothing was wrong, i was just worried that i would never enjoy myself again.
i am so sad for you, i am so sad for me, and for everyone, and i am so incredibly disappointed, in everyone and all of this.
"she always weighed me down
but afraid I might need her, I dragged her around"
you patiently and carefully
gracefully and graciously
tipped toed and slowed us back into
something normal and something good
i bulldozed through all of that
mediocre nonsense
just trying to kill us off again
when all that i want is to want to live
i am so dramatic
"oh my god, I could kill myself just thinking about it"
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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