gråt!
Fan jälva skit Emma! Jag kan inte sluta böla! Allt är så hemskt! Din short story fick mig att börja böla, jag läste min och började böla ännu mer! Jag vill inte längre!
"I guess I haven’t forgotten about you after all. I’m trying to convince myself and everybody else that I have, but all I’m doing is lying to myself. It makes me feel stronger and not that addicted to you if I believe that I was able to move on, without you. Leaving you on that bridge, the last day in August when the sun still shone."
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