Day four.
We're nearing the end of the year.
Which means soon people will be swapping saliva at midnight.
God, I wish you were still alive.. Maybe our first kiss could've been on New Year's..
Please just come back Tyler.. I really fucking miss you..
Please..
~Troye
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Dear Diary || troyler
FanfictionTroye Sivan vents to lined paper as his best friend, Tyler Oakley, is in a coma.
