It Still Hurts (Jalex)

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Dear Jack,

I'm getting sick and fucking tired of writing you these letters that you'll never fucking see. It seems like such a waste of time.

Then again, we both know that I have plenty of that.

I went back to school today. You weren't there. Where were you? Maybe you were too busy fucking your boyfriend.

I wish I could say I didn't care.

Fuck, I care so much.

But ohhhhh, you don't.

That's the irony in how we live