one hundred ninety eight

July 23, 2015 - 1:17 am
I have to do this.
It kills me,
Knowing I will find traces of you in the tøp songs I listen to.
I don't want to have to handle this
But I know the future holds promise.
I'm still here.
- (m.m)

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