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I do,
Two words,
I'd love to say to you,
The most beautiful two words in history,
Besides these three,
I love you,
Which I always tell you,
I always love it,
When you say you love me too,
It's the most wonderful feeling,
Suicide,
Starts with depression,
Then comes the self-mutilation
masochism,
Then comes the day where you've finally had enough,
And you feel like your done,
And you want to leave this world,
With one quick cut.
how I feel right now...not very good. 4/21/12
This is hard,
And it kills me to say this,
But I've found someone new,

I'm not going to lead you on,
I have more class than that,
I just need you to know,

I didn't do this to hurt you,
I didn't do this because I don't love you,
I did this because I'm afraid of getting hurt,
And while this may bring some emotion,
It needed to be said,

I wasn't just going to not tell you,
That would be unfair,
I am not going to stop talking to you,
Because I'll always be there,
To help you with whatever you may need,

And while I may have really loved you,
And I still do,
There's an ocean between us,
The water will always seperate us,
And its too deep to cross,

I still want you in my life,
I just you need to know,
I've moved on,
And as much as it kills me,
You should as well.
I wasn't going to keep it from you, that would be unfair to both of us, I'm sorry.

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