eighteen

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we are in a friendship, a dysfunctional friendship. freya never faults, while i condemn my own deep dark spirits. she never ask what i think in my head or what's the cause when i suddenly have my low moods but i know she longs to know.

she still takes me under her wing, a complete and utter stranger.

although i hate being lonely, i'll hate to fuck up her life like i fucked up mines.

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