He left me. He fucking left me. Now all i have left is fucking social media where i can stare at his pictures and dream of touching him. And oh my god someone will eventually read this and show it to him, and he'll probably just roll his eyes and walk away. Bitch. I hate you.
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i miss you so much.
- JoinedMay 6, 2016
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