[june 8th, 2015]
dear blue,
shit, shit, shit.
this cannot be happening.
this cannot be happening.
this guy who knows you very well saw my photos in my phone. you know what he saw in there? videos of you. goddamn it. i'm screwed. maybe i should just die now.
YOU ARE READING
Blue
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