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how the lady fell in love with the ***** i don't know how she got over him, i don't know how she started getting depressed and suicidal again, i don't know how she ran into him after he tried to **** himself, i don't know how she got stuck in a warp for him, i don't know how he can keep on talking to her about his love for someone else, i don't know how he can remind her they are nothing more and will never be, i don't know how he can bring his romance for someone else, into her dreams, her only escape from this place, i don't know how he doesn't understand he is this lady's ghost, i don't know how he can ask her if she knows how it feels to be used and she thinks of the guy right next to her while he thinks about someone further away, i don't know how he can use this lady again, i don't know how this lady lets herself get used i don't know how she hasn't killed him yet i don't know it's been about four days, and we haven't been apart, talking and talking, about how all things come apart. i'm going to hurt you, if it's the last thing i do, it's going to **** me, the way you killed you.
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC
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how the lady fell in love with the ***** i don't know how she got over him, i don't know how she started getting depressed and suicidal again, i don't know how she ran into him after he tried to **** himself, i don't know how she got stuck in a warp for him, i don't know how he can keep on talking to her about his love for someone else, i don't know how he can remind her they are nothing more and will never be, i don't know how he can bring his romance for someone else, into her dreams, her only escape from this place, i don't know how he doesn't understand he is this lady's ghost, i don't know how he can ask her if she knows how it feels to be used and she thinks of the guy right next to her while he thinks about someone further away, i don't know how he can use this lady again, i don't know how this lady lets herself get used i don't know how she hasn't killed him yet i don't know it's been about four days, and we haven't been apart, talking and talking, about how all things come apart. i'm going to hurt you, if it's the last thing i do, it's going to **** me, the way you killed you.
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC
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