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2nd on the right and straight on till morning
I'm Lmy.

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Sunday, October 12, 2014



It’s been years, it’s never easy. Shouted questions that are met with silence. Trust me when I say I had your back the entire time. Think I don't know what you do but I do, and I worry for you. It’s always going to be like this with you isn’t it? It’ll plague me for my entire life. I wish I was being dramatic but I’m not.  Maybe not for others, but for you I’ve always worn my heart on my sleeve. That’s a door I’m always gonna have to slam because truth is you can’t find it in you to give a fuck. How to heal when the diagnosis is a broken heart.







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