so you sailed away into a grey sky morning.

let's set our hearts on self destruct.

Sunday, September 25

Dear Cashvin,

i'm sorry you had to remind me
when your birthday was.
happy birthday. woah, we've gone through shit.
remember, we're supposed to be bestfriends forever.
you're finally 17, well,
pretty much the same, the same.
i hope you know that you mean much more to me
than you think, i apologise if i'm always mean, or
whatever, i still <3(omigoshsoemo) BFF! \m/ (-_-) happy birthday man.
(sorry i didn't get you a gib.)

your history is mine.

with marshmellows and love and late night calls,
me.

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