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Send me a number from 1-500 and I’ll tell you how I feel about you in a post without anyone knowing your identity
Sometimes I lay in bed, sometimes even on the floor once I’m finished drawing, or even cooking, and I think about us. What happened..? It’s like we’ve pushed each other back to where we first started, and it hurts, a lot. I’m at fault too, trust me.. Maybe it’s all my fault. And I’m sorry. I just want things to return to how they used to be. Can we do that? You mean so much to me, the nights we used to watch the stars, I miss them.. I tried watching the stars again, and they weren’t as bright. Please come back.. The wind is colder, and my artwork is all black. Please.. You’re wonderful, you’re so kind, warm, and open.. I miss it.
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