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[wetxwork]

there's so little love in the things you've done
you're bringing down the rain
if i'm nothing to you now that is the way i'd like to stay
i don't care for this air anymore
i'm leaving and you know what for
i'll remember every single word
i'll remember every single word you said to me
i do not see the same things that you see..

- good riddance, emm gryner

this journal is friends only

i am too easily forgotten
so to hell with it