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Monday, November 29, 2010
 
Sometimes I think you deserve to be lonely.

And when you become the other you,
I wish I were dead.

I'm so tired of expecting you to be you, or at least the good person I once knew you to be.

But you're dead now.

You don't exist.

And now you blame me for ever expecting it to be otherwise.

Its all my fault.

I should have never come to you in the first place.

I should never go to you ever again.


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