I don’t care who reads this. I wish I did. But for some reason I don’t. I’m laying in bed crying my eyes out. I’ve cared too much, I’ve cared too little, I’ve cared too much. What do you want? What am I supposed to do. You’re defending her over me. Over me. Three years. And you’re defending her over me. We have our differences. Maybe we want...
Never knew that distance could be so close.
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