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There's a fine, fine, line between love and a waste of time, That lyric never had meaning to me until I was drowning in a sea of hopeless, unrequited, I love you's. I always thought it was a silly lyric until it proved to be so true. I wish I was still blissfully unaware of how dreadfully fine a line it seems to be. And how much wasted time I spent listening to you say that you loved me.
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
A fine, fine, line.
There's a fine, fine, line between love and a waste of time, That lyric never had meaning to me until I was drowning in a sea of hopeless, unrequited, I love you's. I always thought it was a silly lyric until it proved to be so true. I wish I was still blissfully unaware of how dreadfully fine a line it seems to be. And how much wasted time I spent listening to you say that you loved me.
Frozen-belle
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
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