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twenty-eight september
nine : twenty-eight p.m.
i don't want your sympathy. i want your memories. i want control. i want to be the one that shook you up, left you hanging. i want you to be the one who remembers every fucking detail.
so the phone rings and i don't answer and no one leaves a message.