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And I guess after I while I made you my drug, the one I relied on for every happiness I needed. Maybe because I needed you. So yes you left and yes I wish you stayed, but most of all I wish I didn't love you so much. I wish I didn't give you my all for you to not pick it up but just leave it on an empty dirt road to be crushed on. And most of all, I wish I no longer loved you.

- Excerpt from a book I will never write #633 (via excerptofstories)


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