Cecilie says:
Last night I dreamt of you kissing someone else and I wanted to die and escape from this world. And I was stuffing things down my throat to suffocate myself and people thought that the only way of making me stop was to make me believe that someone else loved me. And you kept kissing your perfect girl.
See I know, the thing is that you might be perfect for me, but I'm not perfect for you..
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