It had a name.

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you fucked up, didn’t you?

music makes things too beautiful, it makes me cry.
music makes things too painful, it makes me cry.
tonight was too over whelming, managed to get a dose of both.
never meant it. but good-bye, I hope to never speak to the ones who have hurt me ever again. especially the ones who managed to be so fake, so fucking phoney.

but then again, I have been talking to you, which makes me untrue.
But this is where I need to stop blaming myself for unnecessary shit.
you could have prevented this hurt, too.
maybe when you you’re older, you’ll understand.

wasted time.

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