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Now, I'm not too sure about happy endings; Not too sure about second, third, fourth chances. We've tried and we've tried; all I fed you were lies. You saw through my actions, my words; You saw me. You know me better then I know myself. I guess it was for the best, if that is what you want me to call this. Inspiration; a hit or miss. Well, it's a hit this time. Hit me in the core of my heart and it is not going anywhere. So thank you; Thank you for helping me discover and grow fond of myself; because without you here, I've grown to know the person you so easily gave up. And she is worth the world.
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Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 8:10 AM UTC
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Now, I'm not too sure about happy endings; Not too sure about second, third, fourth chances. We've tried and we've tried; all I fed you were lies. You saw through my actions, my words; You saw me. You know me better then I know myself. I guess it was for the best, if that is what you want me to call this. Inspiration; a hit or miss. Well, it's a hit this time. Hit me in the core of my heart and it is not going anywhere. So thank you; Thank you for helping me discover and grow fond of myself; because without you here, I've grown to know the person you so easily gave up. And she is worth the world.
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Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 8:10 AM UTC
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