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Jackson calling the person he’s thankful for + their recent texts

I realize I stopped caring about my grades in high school because I didnt think I would live to university. How crazy

jackson you little shit

I want to forget.

I don’t want to remember how it felt to be loved by you.

I don’t want to remember how it felt to skype every night.

I don’t want to remember how happy you made me feel.

I don’t want to remember the first time we could meet up.

I don’t want to remember our first kiss or any of the following.

I don’t want to remember how much pain you caused me.

I don’t want to remember the day you left me.

I don’t want to remember how much I still love you.

I don’t want to remember you.

WHERE DOES MY MONEY DISAPPEAR TO it’s like hocus pocus I am brokus.

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