| These raisins are way too juicy. Odd, yet strangely delicious.
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| Holy fucking shit, what the hell I'm losing my mind.
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| Undone, and out of sync. I still use too many commas. I have to pause before everything, and now my reactions are off.
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| When I move past the guilt, the regrets, the overwhelming sense of mistakes and lost loves, the bitterness sets in and I don't give a shit anymore when you hurt me. I haven't let myself be happy for years, and now I think I hate you for it. You never did anything wrong except let me love you when it was already too late. So much of me never wants to see you again, so much of me never wants to lose you.
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