My dearest, —— I cannot adequately express the depth of what you have meant to me. I have spent hours, days, of my pitiful existence awaiting the validation of one who will never seek mine in return. It is an unending cycle of torment, a love both inflicted and endured, brought forth by your hand as much as my own. Do not assign blame to falsehoods born of your own making.

. - StrawPage - . Atabook - . . .

gauuahhh I love all my frieonddss!!!

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