silentbob it hurts me to think he hurt you to the point where you can't even listen to the music you used to hold near and dear to your heart, for the memories, the memories that break you. you cover your head, you break up your heart, you hit the player, and the preoccupations resume.
Why did you have to let him get to you? Why didn't you see through him? Why didn't you see what you saw in him in me? because i am real and he is just a fantasy. his reality is your torment. please...don't let him eat away at you anymore. the way he does at me.
mon i hope you are well 031229
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