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You planted thorns in my chest with hands I once trusted, and now every breath feels like an apology I shouldn’t owe.
-Larson Langston
February 24, 2025
Not sure why, but once in a while I wonder if you’ll talk to me that day. I know you’ll never talk to me again, but I still wonder.
So fucking tired. And dizzy.
Wish you would talk to me.
I hope you had a good day. Good night.
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