There is none to be trusted,
none to be a pillar,
none to be a lover,
none to be a giver.
I miss you. I mean it. Please come back, soon.
As much as I don't want to admit it to, I guess we will always be over.
It melted, undoubtedly.
Fuck school;in need of a long break-preferably away from everybody.
And to think that I actually prayed last night.
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