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I pick up the phone and see that you said hello today. I break apart inside. I can't pretend that I have the love that you have for me. It's just not right. This is so messed up. I'm taking five steps, and always turning right. Around and around we go. I don't understand how you can stare at my walls and want to break them down. I would of gladly opened up my walls and let you in in time. This is not okay.
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
The Morning Message
I pick up the phone and see that you said hello today. I break apart inside. I can't pretend that I have the love that you have for me. It's just not right. This is so messed up. I'm taking five steps, and always turning right. Around and around we go. I don't understand how you can stare at my walls and want to break them down. I would of gladly opened up my walls and let you in in time. This is not okay.
liz-6
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
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