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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. Check please. |
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