aiastesi
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sometimes i like to think that every time i get anxious about them, they get anxious about me. and although i know it's possible, i also know it's unlikely. they may not even be alive any longer. they may be rich. there's no way of fucking knowing anymore. there might never be. but i know they're coming back someday. until then, I'll be anxious as all fucking hell and perhaps doing the emptiest thing there is waiting for it to die