The thought of you with anyone else kills me. Maybe we can't just be friends because I can't handle it. I can't deal with it.
I'm a mess
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ПоэзияI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
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The thought of you with anyone else kills me. Maybe we can't just be friends because I can't handle it. I can't deal with it.
I'm a mess
