i wrote this a year (well.. almost a year) ago.
one dreary night at the post officeday after day, i see you. day after day, you never fail to make me feel the lowest i felt my entire life. i feel used and dirty. how do you sleep at night when you ruined my life? have you no conscience? no remorse? i tried so hard. gave my all. and in return, you
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