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[painfulove]

On the RadioI hear songs on the radio and can’t help but think of him. I hate it, I can’t stand it. I shuffle my library of music in the morning but I can’t get away from it. Every song holds some hidden meaning or brings about some hazy memory. Songs I once loved now only make me cringe in pain. I hear the first few notes and I can feel my eyes

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[castratingcupid]

I love your writing Boo.