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isn't it funny how someone who never ever crosses your mind could be thinking of you, obsessed consumed with love, guilt, hatred, consumed with thoughts of you you try to hurt me, but you don't understand you're a child, a nothing, grasping at straws to try to what exactly are you trying to do to me? embarrass me? oh, child, i've been through things you could never think of i've been down, humiliated, stepped on your foolish attempts to hurt me are flattering because you're reminding me that whether for good reasons or bad, you care about me. and knowing that, you can never bring me down.
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Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
immaturity
isn't it funny how someone who never ever crosses your mind could be thinking of you, obsessed consumed with love, guilt, hatred, consumed with thoughts of you you try to hurt me, but you don't understand you're a child, a nothing, grasping at straws to try to what exactly are you trying to do to me? embarrass me? oh, child, i've been through things you could never think of i've been down, humiliated, stepped on your foolish attempts to hurt me are flattering because you're reminding me that whether for good reasons or bad, you care about me. and knowing that, you can never bring me down.
devyn
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Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
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