I’m pretty sure you’re not going to find me first or ever again. The trip planned will be the last time you’ll see me or hear about me. I don’t plan to make any memories with you because of those memories, it keeps me living in the past. You’re my world, my everything before you destroyed it.

Posted: June 29, 2017 in Uncategorized
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