the stars were only sparks of the fire which devoured us. should that fire die out one day, there would be nothing left in the sky but dead stars. dead eyes.
you never called me on wednesday for our phone date. i reminded you a lot of times. im sick. you never called me ever. i think you sometimes forget me.
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i reminded you a lot of times.
im sick.
you never called me ever.
i think you sometimes forget me.
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