I don't understand.
Why would that upset you…? I don’t care how you word it. You were upset by the girl you were madly in love with telling you three years ago that she would always love you. Or are you still in love with her? My chest fucking throbbed when I read that. I don’t know what else to say. But you do know what to say to make me feel like this. Maybe I’m just being an overly...
48607.) I'm alive for a reason.
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