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dalton smith

sometimes i feel the need to crawl back to you. i feel the need to reach out my hand and ask how you are. sometimes i feel like i’d be able to sleep so much better if i just knew that you still cared about me…knew at least that you were still alive, you still did things, you were still there. in exsistence.

but how could i put myself through that again?

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