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Sunday, 1 May 2016

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Very happy that I recorded you braiding my hair. I heard a song and I missed you badly. I don't usually play those videos. I know I'd cry everytime I did.

But that's the last one, that I could hear you talk. I miss those times. So fucking much. I regret not doing whatever I had to to make you stay at that time. So fucking much it hurts.

You're still my first priority. And do you know that? Do you know whatever I went tru and have to still continue living in what state, do you know ??

He'll never know.

Alright enough. Cry all you want. Bite your towels. Nothing will change. He won't come back. Even if you don't wanna accept that shit, you're just killing yourself and he doesn't care. He won't come back stop being sad.

Fuck my life. Fuck emotions. Fuck memories.

Whenever I go to the park, I look left and right. I want to live. I wanna live to make things right. Yeah. That's why I'm still here. That's the reason I didn't do that.

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