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Where's the grand gesture?                                               Where's the descriptive sentence proclaiming your deep love for me?                      Granted; you may be broken and weary of love, but just tell me how you feel and I'll come running.                                                                                                                                          Though now... I'm stuck in thorns.                                                         Your threats and delay terrified me, and now I regret.                                     I regret not waiting...                                                            I regret not being patient... And now its all too late, you made my heart 'scream out loud' but I was not patient enough for you..                                                                                                                                                                            I hate myself now.                                                                                                                                                                                  Let me try again.
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Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 1:02 PM UTC
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Where's the grand gesture?                                               Where's the descriptive sentence proclaiming your deep love for me?                      Granted; you may be broken and weary of love, but just tell me how you feel and I'll come running.                                                                                                                                          Though now... I'm stuck in thorns.                                                         Your threats and delay terrified me, and now I regret.                                     I regret not waiting...                                                            I regret not being patient... And now its all too late, you made my heart 'scream out loud' but I was not patient enough for you..                                                                                                                                                                            I hate myself now.                                                                                                                                                                                  Let me try again.
Dear Z September 2012
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carmen-womack
American
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 1:02 PM UTC
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