I think this is the end. Sucks it had to be this way i wish it could have been another way instead. As i sit on this bed thinking about the end i cant help but reminisce on everything that was said. Everything we did, everything we planned for, everything leading up to the end. Maybe too much happened in the past, too much to ever come back from. I watched us crash and burn, and ill never be able to accept what could have been. I really thought there wouldnt be an end, but i guess in life even great things must come to an end.
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