so jerks. what's going on? i am trying my best to make the most of this experience. soaking it all in. trying my best to pretend his leaving isn't killing me. trying my best to pretend that i'm prepared for what is to come. because if i keep pretending, maybe eventually it will come true.
"the truth is you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath i'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt" taking back sundayit's now official
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