hearing skateboards. people holding hands. sunny days. all this crap makes me wonder why there were weeks of perfection followed by isolated days of turmoil.
why was it so easy for him to move on?
when will i?
im going to stare at the my clothes tumble in the dryer. premediation before my bikram.
psht.
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