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this is the only promise i have ever felt the need to keep, the only promise i am going to kill to make come true. though, after this, i believe it to be the last time you will see me, by my account. think of this as my final goodbye; i will no longer contact you. poetic, if you really think about it. you sleep through your days, like you sleep in anothers arms; without appreciation, and without a second though. i am done, my dear.
"imagine none of this is real, i just dance the way i feel."
"imagine none of this is real, i just dance the way i feel."
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