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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 3, 2025
Nothing much to say today, I guess. I cried a little when thinking about Atticus. Then I was thinking that you’re never gonna talk to me again. But it wasn’t for very long.
Hope things are going better for you.
Goodnight.
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