BFF's You, Me, BFF's, right? Correct me, if I'm wrong but didn't we just have a heart to fucking heart I poured my soul out to you and you respond with words of recognition, yet your action, or rather your inaction is noted. You say you care, but maybe not enough. Why is it that every time, I try to talk to you I feel like Sylvia Plath I get more from myself in my bathroom mirror than you it's time for me to move on To get over you, I must find my legs first Suck it
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