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- Payton Barthelemy1
- Dec 30, 2021
- 1 min read
sitting driving on the highway just wishing we never took exit 7
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sitting driving on the highway just wishing we never took exit 7
It's my fault, all of it. I take all the blame and hop you shoulder none of it, I couldn't handle it if you did.
163 days. One hundred and sixty-three days until eternity. One sixty three, until early morning kisses, 163 until late night sleepovers,...
God I feel so broken right now. All of your loveless words just hurt so much today. I didn't text like you asked in hopes that maybe I'd...
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