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i txt a guy and have for months he tells me he has feelings. i havent had a chance to meet him due to life. at first it was all happy and learning about him now i dont know if we are even really friends. he stopped acting the same. now i cant respond the same. i am not going to txt him all day if he doesnt text me back. or at all. there used to be a good morning but not anymore. not even good nights.
we arent anything are we.
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How I long to be up rather than down, the eternal sorrow that I only escape for short periods. This must be how Persephone felt.
"Sleep. Those little slices of Death. How I loathe them." Edgar Allan Poe
Loving yourself must come first from there comes love for everything else.
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