State Of Matter.
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Last published Tue, May 15, 2018
"You don't give a damn you piece of shit!" I yelled at my boyfriend.
"I wouldn't be here apologizing!"
"Or here for the damn pity party."
He looked shock and I spoke up.
"Go fuck yourself, i'm done with you. For Good Daniel!"
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I was in the state that I didn't give a damn about anything.
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What happens when a new guy comes to school in the same "State Of Matter?"
You become bestfriends and the feelings grow after awhile. What happens when his and your depression goes too far and yalls parents say y'all can't date?
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