One-Eighty By Summer. . .
All so entirely possible, caught up in the hype of the first five seconds.
Christ, where do I even begin? How do I even start?
He came creeping back, like I always joked they always do, like I always hoped he would. He said what I knew he would.
Oh god, what the fuck am I doing?
Everything you knew you would, and that he would.Should I do ( Read more... )
Christ, where do I even begin? How do I even start?
He came creeping back, like I always joked they always do, like I always hoped he would. He said what I knew he would.
Oh god, what the fuck am I doing?
Everything you knew you would, and that he would.Should I do ( Read more... )
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Also painful and ugly.
So here's to the slaughter!
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