6 hours---briefsteak, space...
Wednesday, March 30
breakword
I keep doing it to her to us I ask myself why all the time and try to make sense of it all and the result is the same. always. apologies count for nothing if you keep making the same fuckups again and again. I have to stop. being this way. It kills.
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