youve ripped out of perfect new hole. perfect timing too. bet you just love that. you torture others for a living anyway. i thought it was too good to be true that day sitting on my table.well duh it was. now, the table has changed, but the wind that comes through the window eveytime doesnt. the memories it brings with it doesnt. i see myself sitting there smiling like some damn fool with the wind and table and phone for company. i was perfectly content. that was years ago. i dont know if i ever believed it was true. but i know i was happy. perfectly content to live in self denial. with the wind for company. i never got tierd of looking out of the window and feeling the wind in my hair. the memories you see. and the air is always fresher. like you can breathe out of this shithole for once. i found myself sitting at that very spot again. the wind was stronger today. maybe it was trying to tell me something. or giving me more memories. maybe its a sign. soon, ill have to cherish all of those memories cause it will be all that i have. maybe the wind is my friend. trying so hard to help a pathetic girl sitting on her table staring out the window. well ill just have to do this for my friends i guess. get over it. so simple. and sensible. but when was anything simple and sensible when it came to me. i loved you i guess. once. dont ask me ever again

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