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my rules of survival:

 1. don't open up. ever. don't let anyone into your head. they will leave you, they will hurt you, you will wish you'd never let them in.

 2. don't get attached. they will leave you, they will hurt you, you will wish you'd stayed distant. they do not care about you forever. they never do. 

 3. tell lies. cover up the truth with smiles. let them think that you are okay, when inside you are being torn apart. they do not care, really. they will hurt you.
3.1 "i'm sorry"
3.2 "i forgive you"
3.3 "i miss you too"
3.4 "thank you for offering to be there for me when i need a friend"

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