night forty nine

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i ran my fingertips across a picture of us today.

i cried. 

these are the memories i'm leaving behind. 

i'm leaving everything. 

absolutely everything. 

and for once; i'm fucking glad. 

although, i don't think you'll ever leave my mind. 

but thanks harry. 

 

for the beautiful memories. 

while they lasted.

i love you. 

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