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[endmydeath]

with too much pride to admit loneliness and too many inconsistencies that mar my malcontent, it is invariably true that both exist. each incandescent night plagues me as i sift through remembrances of past. i miss how we were and yet i don't know if i want it back. or maybe just that certain thing back. i need something, or someone, or anything

Comments

[ginapapa]

hi, we should get married.

...but, when i get home from the USSR.

miss you, kid.

[endmydeath]

hi, ok
miss you too!

[chicomentality]

I wish I could do more than pray for you.

[hollerlikewhoa]

umm i love your guts. dont even play me.

[endmydeath]

homey don't play that.