Alex,
I don't know what to do anymore.
There's nothing I really want to tell you just that nothing is going how you thought it would.
I can't see, where are you?
Have you seen the sky yet?
Is it nice where you are, sometimes I can see the moon perfectly and I think of you.
I don't know if I should keep typing, or. You know I think this is it for now.
YOU ARE READING
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אקראיMe being an idiot. With friends. And by standards. (I don't know why I do what I do...)