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5.3/18

I think that a lot of people cared about me or maybe still do but the fact is A lot of them realized how actually broken i am and that I'm not fixable.

So they left.

I mean I get it, who would wanna bother with a vase that has holes in it?
When it can't even keep a simple flower alive.. so it should be understandable that I Think that you have every right and you gonna pick that decision over me to leave, to be free from all my problems that you wouldn't even know about it in first place if you wouldn't sign up to be my friend and wait long enough for me to finally have the courage to trust you and tell you about them.

And you still leave.. like everyone else..

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