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Post #5060
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Forwarded from 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗜𝗔
Darling? Look at me. do you see how broken I’ve become? Every day, my lungs fill with smoke..and with memories of you. One pack of cigarettes... two packs... three packs... And at night, I fill my lungs with those memories of you, wondering: "if God loved you more, would you be here beside me now, girl?"