I talk too much.

All I care about is momentary bliss

This isn’t it.

It’s all blown out of proportion.

I miss my friend.

I can’t stand this.

I won’t miss it when I’m gone.

I’ll stop writing about us.

About this.

About you.

I’m done.

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