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| 09:05pm 17/04/2002 |
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mood:  numb
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I hate the type of person that pretends like they are listening, but are really just waiting for their turn to talk. Maybe this just happens to be because I am incredibly boring, and nothing I say is worth listening to. Or just they just don’t care about me, plain and simple.
Hello, my first name is distance and I wouldn’t care if I never woke up again.
Maybe I underestimated its strength, or it’s stronger then I though.
I cherish. I cherish. I cherish. I cherish.
Just say you would do the same for me… |
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(4 broken <3s | je vous aime) |
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