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i see you doing all the things I wanted to do with you. things we were dreaming of doing together.
all by yourself. without me. and it cuts thru my heart like a knife.
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Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via petrichour)
i think this is what hurts the most—thinking abou this.