i am not holding any of this against you. because i know that all of this is my own doing.
i threw away the diary that i kept. the one that accounted for the all-too-few days i had spent with you. there weren't many significant moments, but i insisted on remembering every single detail. then again, they might not have meant anything to you.
maybe one day i can let go of all the messages.
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