27; you

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27: you

you didn't go away

when i pushed you like i was supposed to do

i couldn't let him know about you

so i curtly said

"i can walk home alone, thank you"

and you were a sight i'll remember that day

the cold rain ruining your lovely black hair

and the lost look in your eyes

j: i haven't updated in a fuCKIN long time i'm sure u hate me cuz i hate myself too gonna try to spam a lot promise!

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