met you in the dumpster, scar on your thumb

Portland OR

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I need you, but I'm afraid to admit it. And the last thing you need is more people needing something from you. Hence this self-imposed silence. Our second breakup-that-wasn't. Get her out of your apartment - get her out of your life - and come back to me, please. I'm dying here, waiting. I'll be so good to you!