facebook messages that i can never respond to because you blocked me. why did you block me. you aren't allowed to hate me. you were supposed to grovel. not just leave.
pickup lines on tinder...... i remember the morning we sent those. i was sitting in the very first row of the center left column in the richards building in invert bio. i remember how great of a mood i was in just talking to you.
that's all i have. old words. old smiles. old promises. old hopes and laughs and blushing. all old lies.
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