something to do with a ridiculous boy with a ridiculous name and eyes the color of changing leaves. i have no time for half-hearted goodbyes or melodramatic similes.
and yet here i am.
formally,
good bye.
ps. i'm glad i didn't lend you any of my shit. and i regret sewing that heart into your sleeve, because in reality, your heart's in your dick.
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