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They say no man is an island.
If that's the case, I must be shipwrecked.

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Letter to a f(r)iend:

We're not dating anymore.
I should no longer
have to apologize
when my face gets
in the way of your
spit.

Respectfully,
Your lost and ever-losing lover.

P.S. So this is what a night off looks like! How the FUCK is everyone?

In Orlando.

Things are perfect.