put me on the end of a pencil
There’s nothing like the feeling you experiance when you witness yourself being willingly erased from the memory of someone you thought cared about you….
…Sometimes… I really feel like I’m disposable.
There’s nothing like the feeling you experiance when you witness yourself being willingly erased from the memory of someone you thought cared about you….
…Sometimes… I really feel like I’m disposable.
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