Why can't I just let go? It's infuriating me
I left it open, if he wanted to, I would be waiting. To just run away.
He won't, and I'll end up going home with naught but memories. Maybe a cool souvenir or something. Instead of a whole ass person.
I don't know what's real anymore beyond my own scope of pain and feeling. It's k
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