barely
updated.
there's
more
to
life
than
this.



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6*1*01

Sooner you'll be gone

I don't think he realizes it when he plays rugby with my heart, the seemingly inatimate object that plays no role in my immediate life. I always think that there might be something profound he has to say when the little box begins to light up. But then I realize that he has just isolated himself away from me, so that I may not affect him anymore.



regress /progress



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