Grow fat and die.
Thinking back on what I should have done, what I could have done, what I shouldn't have done. All the what-ifs, all the freaking regrets. Its something that we've always asked each other no? If only back then, we chose to sit down and talk instead of walking away at the first sign of anger. What would be of us now?
But, whatever, it doesn't matter now. Nothing matters.
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