“I’ll call you every day, And I’ll send you a million texts
But it won’t be the same
I know, but we’ll make it work
We’ll figure it out, okay? need you to stop crying
I can’t help it. My heart is breaking here
It won’t be forever
You can’t leave me, Johnny!
Come on, don’t make this harder than it has to be
You promise this isn’t a forever goodbye?
I promise, Now, come on, Gibs. You’re cutting off my air supply here”
— Aug 08, 2024 03:07AM
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