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You are done breaking my heart. Whether or not you realize this, It does not matter. I am not yours to tatter. You will not hurt me any more. You have proven your weakness, And shown that you couldn't care less. Whatever, I'll find peace in this mess.
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
In This Mess
You are done breaking my heart. Whether or not you realize this, It does not matter. I am not yours to tatter. You will not hurt me any more. You have proven your weakness, And shown that you couldn't care less. Whatever, I'll find peace in this mess.
CodyHaag
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
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