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The Third Year.
It has almost been three years.

Three years since you haven’t been in my life. Three years since I haven’t seen your face, heard your voice, or just listened to you laugh. Three years since you have told me you loved me or gotten on to me for doing something wrong. Three years since we’ve had a fight. Three years without your green pants. Three years without your driving. Three years of missed advice. Three years since I’ve hugged you. Three years since I have laughed at you. Three years without your cooking. Three years without your love for horror movies. Three years spent missing everything about you. Three years of tears. Three years full of unanswered questions. Three years of confusion. Three years of you not being able to answer the phone when I need you. Three years of sadness. Three years of anger. Three years full of regrets. Three years spent trying to wake up from this nightmare. Three years of being hallow. Three years of loneliness.

These three years have brought me one thing.

A living hell.

Spend everyday telling your mother you love her and treating her like she is a queen, because the day she is taken away from you will become the day you get sucked into the hell I’m in.

Sometimes I just wish that my hair would grow as fast as Dan’s.


Where can I find a corgi breeder in the east or south Texas area?!

aleks-has-a-drinking-problem: Wait kevin has a shirt store?

Yeah he posted a video of it!


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The length of a girls hair does not dictate her sexuality 

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