Dear pillow,
I'm sorry for all the tears and eyeliner stains.
I'm sorry for all the times I've thrown myself onto my bed and screamed into you.
I'm sorry for all the times I've let my anger out by punching you.
I'm sorry for all the tears and eyeliner stains.
I'm sorry for all the times I've thrown myself onto my bed and screamed into you.
I'm sorry for all the times I've let my anger out by punching you.
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posted July 12, 2015 at 12:51am UTC tagged with life, sorry, sad, crying, pillow, stressed, quote
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