It's Sunday, so I'll write.
I don't know what to do and I feel really lost but I'm okay.
Where's home and heaven now? Where do I go? What's the point?
I laugh because I feel so stupid. Why couldn't I tell? Or why wouldn't I believe it? Why'd I make plans? Why did I actually think I was the one? Why'd I use 'ever' words? Mainly, why did I
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