Fucking Life Twists

If I leave you, it doesn’t mean that you mean little to me. I must go. You mean a lot, a lot more than I had ever imagined. My departure has nothing to do with my feelings towards you. You’re possibly the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re that guy. You are.

Sadness tickles and gloom intensifies. We evaporate, we lose control, we stay in the little black box.

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