Talking to L about you now is weird.
L knew them and you very well..
It was odd because L acts like its normal how i talk about you..
Everything reminds me about you and i hate it.
Hamilton reminds me of you..
Pvris..
Set it off..
All these things and i hate it.
I said on new years id give up but god i didnt..
I still think of you every night..
I still cry about you..
It hurts so much..
Why cant you just tell me the truth
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The days are irrelevant now. Just another closer to death
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De TodoThis is how I feel when I feel it. Mature language. You're probably mentioned once Trigger Warning
