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seven years? it's been seven years, and now he drops this on me? like *BOOM* changed my mind! and what does that mean to us? (us? there is no us. is there?) and what does that me to me, then? to me, now? what does that mean to him? god. jesus. fuck. you fucking bastard you, just falling into my life like you never left, telling me things i don't need to hear. things that have nothing to do with the life i have now. i would have done things so differently if i had known. i would have worked at things. maybe. i don't know. i was a wreck back then. you were, too. maybe it would have been worse. blah. BLAH. why did you tell me this now? how long have you known? was i part of the reason you kept it a secret? what was i to you? you were... everything. and i think you knew it. maybe? i don't know. i don't know anything anymore. |
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