These Sheets Tell of Regret
It’s not like we’re friends anymore. We’re not best friends. We’re not anything. That got ruined 93 days ago from the unnecessary amount of alcohol and teenage boy hormones.
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x-posted from my account on livejournal here.
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x-posted from my account on livejournal here.