Constance
im still working through these problems thinking of the little things that youve forgotten our lifelong dreams sink slowly to the bottom along with my heart theres nothing left to pardon but it wont change the fact that im still lost as a matter of fact im still cross at the way you act to my loss as if im worth less than trash i say calculate the math
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