no matter how much of the bad I think about you, I’m always going to remember the good.
The best thing you ever did for me was just be there for me when I needed you most. that means so much since no ones ever stayed, I’ve never been able to open up to someone completley like I did with you. You used to be the only person I could tell aboslutley everything. It hurts to know we won’t be able to talk like we used to. I miss you more as a friend, not a boyfriend.
apparently i’m a slave 4 u is not an appropriate song to put on a powerpoint about the 13th amendment
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