you speak about her as if you got a brand new favorite thing, replacing me on the shelf and leaving me to rot in solitude.
feeling lonely is a disease. a cancer that kills you from the inside out.
I wonder if you are thinking about me or if you even miss me.
10:52 p.m. - 2011-03-01
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