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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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