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i look back, and i just cry.
i can't help but cry. you'd think i'd be scarred and emotionless.
but i'm not. i cry for what i/we once had. i cry because i know i will never find that again.
everything was too good to be true.
my second mom told me today, if it's too good to be true, it isn't real.
i guess it never was real.
but all the memories that say different...
depression is a very depressing thing.
i wish i could erase my memory.
and i wish i wasn't the tickleishist.
INSOMNIA GO AWAY.
i can't help but cry. you'd think i'd be scarred and emotionless.
but i'm not. i cry for what i/we once had. i cry because i know i will never find that again.
everything was too good to be true.
my second mom told me today, if it's too good to be true, it isn't real.
i guess it never was real.
but all the memories that say different...
depression is a very depressing thing.
i wish i could erase my memory.
and i wish i wasn't the tickleishist.
INSOMNIA GO AWAY.