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.sixes.

six o'clock.

sixth of the sixth month.

his sixteenth birthday.

six days.

he had been sixty years too young to die.

sixty-sixth time i have sobbed his name.

zero point six seconds to being emotionally slapped in the face.

dear diary,

he was amazing.

i wonder if he would leave me the next day.

i wonder if he would forget about me.

he indirectly called me a rebound.

but it's okay.

because i can never be mad at him.

but i'm tired of him hiding rachel from me.

but i don't know who rachel is.

but he used her for an excuse to cover up any traces of rachel by always talking about her.

it's her fault.

i'm going to kill her for this.

and for everything else that she has done to me.

i looked back at my scars.

this was all his fault.

but he never even once felt guilt.

he didn't even say or do anything when i was disowned by my parents.

he stood and watched what he did to me.

all for rachel.

six p.m. i'm going for a visit to rachel.

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