moving in slow like the smoke from your ciggarette. every step closer is a step that we both will regret. Keeping a tally but who can keep track, your over reacting is taking me back to a time better left alone. holding on to the phone, holding on to this glass, holding on to this memory of what didnt last. waiting for better words they'll never
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<3 JUSSTINNNAAA!
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thanks tho :)
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xoxo
Susan
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