i don’t see you much anymore and i’m trying to figure out why i don’t feel as empty as i thought i would.
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Short Story"i've got a gun for a mouth and a bullet with your name on it." this is the story of how they fell apart. [other #758 // short story #520]
xxviii.
i don’t see you much anymore and i’m trying to figure out why i don’t feel as empty as i thought i would.
