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Jun 2014
(I) will never talk to you again
You (still) don't get it, do you?
I don't (love) you anymore
I need (you) to go away
(Please) leave me be!

When you kissed me,
it was a dream (come) true.
But those memories are long ago forgotten
So here I am at your doorstep,
handing (back) your books.
People tend to act 'heartless' but believe me, deep down they still love that person in their own little ways.
romane
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romane
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