February 2011
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30153.) Cole. I miss you. A lot.
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January 2011
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i’m torturing myself by looking through old pictures of the summer when i had friends and when i was just the happiest person. i’m actually tearing up.
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you're too young to be this empty girl; i'll...
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i miss the smell of flowers.
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I miss summer nights with my friends.
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“it’s embedded in your pysche. so at that final, suicidal moment, your body will realize via the full force of adrenaline and nerve impulses that now every fear has suddenly come true right in front of your eyes. that rotted little girl from the well, the guy in the hockey mask with the chainsaw, the childhood shadowy monster from under the bed, all of them are now silly compared to...
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