He buries his face into his hands as he hears him knock for the fifth time. He wanted to open the door. He wanted to open it for him, but he couldn't. He lies back on his bed and closes his eyes. Why couldn't everything be different? He can't be happy, or confident. He can't just not care about what other people think, because everyone was judging him. He knew so. He turns and lies on his side. He can't do it. I'm not opening the door. He calls solemnly I don't feel like talking to you.
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219¡’m ¡n ¥⁰μr wall
27/08/2024
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28/08/2024
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20/07/2024
¡’m ¡n ¥⁰μr wall
27/08/2024
¡’m ¡n ¥⁰μr wall
27/08/2024
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13/07/2024
O/\o random sh^t<3
13/08/2024