UntitledIt'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 days163 days. One hundred and sixty-three days until eternity. One sixty three, until early morning kisses, 163 until late night sleepovers,...
12/17/23 1:23amGod 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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