Alone.
I have never felt more alone. The feeling of just being used. The feeling that people are taking me for granted, they are just soo sure that I’m gonna be there. What happens when I’m not`? what happens when I get sick of it?
Kent. Anna. Tårar. Och en kram av en främling. Mer behövdes inte för att göra min kväll.
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