you remind me of gold.
12:16 a.m. - 03.05.03
i wish i wasn't alone right now.
i wish my bed wasn't so cold.
i wish my mascara wasn't running.
i wish i hadn't read your diary again.
i am not calling
more than once.
i have grown scared/tired
of calling people
numerous times.
it's only 283.
this hurts too much.
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