She can paint a lovely picture, but the story has a twist. Her paintbrush is a razor, and her canvas is her wrist.
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and maybe a happy ending doesnt include a guy. maybe its you, on your own.
he’s just not that into you +
maybe i don’t even miss you, i just miss the idea of you. i miss having someone to cry to and to hold me and wipe my tears away. i don’t miss you as my boyfriend, all i want is my best friend back. my heart hurts without you
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