this can’t be who we are
good for you.
you tell him. her. whoever, whatever horrible selfish keyboard punching asshole
I’m so sorry this came to you.
we’re with you. this once it feels safe to speak for many
holding you and him in my heart
yes, I’m sad. my people are dead. I grieve slowly
he leaves. he always leaves.
this may be why we can’t have nice things
joy is hard
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