i fly like paper, get high like planes.

he keeps texting me.

call me. i miss you. stop ignoring me. when can i see you.

and i have nothing to say, because he and i not working out doesn't magically turn you into something i want.

my next fuck buddy will be exciting.

i want some piece of what i had, i want to smoke and drink and laugh and fuck. is that so wrong?

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