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shit I like you more than I planned to🛐

دوس دخترمه

I'm tired of being blamed so much.

“When you sorrow, my heart grows sadder still for you.”

I complain about it all the time but I’ll get it done eventually.

I decide to change everything by tomorrow, morning comes and it’s hard to get up, everything falls apart and I’m trying to make it make sense but I’m on my own, no one knows what I’m feeling and it’s midnight again. rinse, repeat.

trust me you will survive being disliked