dear, aaron.
i miss how 'close' we were.
i wouldn't call it 'close' since you didn't have any choice but to hang out with me.
i just miss how we used to hang out a bit, even though it was forced.
but you know what?
fuck you.
i hate you.
i learned a lesson;
being alone is so much better than fake company.
take a note, aaron.
–m. [leaving it like this so you'd figure it out. i'm sure you wouldn't; i'm a ghost. right, aaron?]
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fucking sLAYED oh shit girl power. and yes, her name starts with an 'm', so you guys along with aaron can try figuring it out! (-: xx
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labirinthine
Poetry❝you and your nebulous lies, it's sempiternal.❞ [poetic-ish letters.] #660 in poetry
