im not willing. to forget. why. why.
it wasnt her fault. neither was it me.
but in the end. we're still here.
just forget it.
love really does hurt.
it is, then.
she is putting it down soon.
i'd move on too.
she's beat. and tired. of all this.
my love has become a hindrance.
my blog song. really does suit this.
so. goodbye.
thanks. for everything.
this will be the last post. about you.
the last view i truly had of her.
was her. running down the flight of stairs. on a drizzling night.
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