48hours Ago.
Had a major fight with the boyfriend.
He hurt me so bad that the word break up popped out.
48 hours ago,
I don't know if I would've done it any differently.
I don't know if I would've wanted to change a thing or two,
I dont know if I'll look back and think the exact same thing,
... or whether I'd have any regrets
48hours ago.
But I guess I always move on.
We always do. At one point.
So much, sometimes I don't see any purpose for contemplation.
But then we also, always, come back to the same black square.
48hours ago.
But it doesn't matter.
It never does.
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