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We may not talk anymore.. And I don't care what Vash wants to label me... stalker or what ever.. But we were best friends. For nearly a year, we ..

Come undone, for I want to see you for who you are Come undone, for I want to love you for who you are Show me yourself, the self you hide Show me ..

Alcohol and pain killers. One numbing pain of another.. A flight back, jail cell, an unexpected arrival. THC and Anti-depressants.. any thing ..

Been thru so much s**t in my life.. Travelled all over and met many a people. Friends with as lot of people.. relationships with a few.. But never..

Your voice, your laugh, your smile.. I miss having some I could talk to.. someone who understood.. So much going on... so much I wish I could talk..

Broken

Meh

Managing.... Barely.. Health problems, mental problems, work problems.. I miss you. I hate we are strangers. I hate that I don't even know ..

Despite the many changes that you and I have had as individuals it’s always going to be you. And I know you haven’t forgotten that because..