M2. 2008-2008. The best piece of my life was taken away, probably by the same factors that contribute to everyone I love leaving me.
there are no factors, it just happens
I am going to fucking whine and bitch and cry about it, yes I am, regardless of how this reads six months from now. Or a year. Or ten. I don't care how this makes me sound, weak,
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