𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆

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december twenty-eighth.

        you didn't show up today, why didn't you show up? we made arrangements that we'd meet at our special spot. do you not care about me anymore? he's so much more than i am, i can't blame you. just make it up to me, alright? i'll forgive you, i can never stay mad for too long.
        it sucks though, it feels like i'm dying right before my own eyes.

— tae.

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