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I hate seeing you, but when you're gone I look for you. I hate when you smile at her; I miss owning your smile. I don't want you to love me, but I wouldn't want you to love another.
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Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
paradox
I hate seeing you, but when you're gone I look for you. I hate when you smile at her; I miss owning your smile. I don't want you to love me, but I wouldn't want you to love another.
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Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
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