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Old text messages are the devil Because they show that one day it was "Let's go get coffee together." And that day led to making out, behind a shed neither of us owned. They show that the next week, you were on your way over to my house.   "On my way." And that day... oh, god, that day... I trusted you. I said no. My trust was misplaced. You violated me anyway. They show that you kept in contact; you texted me daily for a month after. As if nothing happened. As if my life hadn't been torn apart. "I love you." "You want to get coffee again?" (d.d.b)
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
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Old text messages are the devil Because they show that one day it was "Let's go get coffee together." And that day led to making out, behind a shed neither of us owned. They show that the next week, you were on your way over to my house.   "On my way." And that day... oh, god, that day... I trusted you. I said no. My trust was misplaced. You violated me anyway. They show that you kept in contact; you texted me daily for a month after. As if nothing happened. As if my life hadn't been torn apart. "I love you." "You want to get coffee again?" (d.d.b)
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
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