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when i speak your name, my lips try to smile. when you speak her name, your lips do smile. i will never be to you what you are to me. i wish that i had known that from the start.
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
salt in the wound
when i speak your name, my lips try to smile. when you speak her name, your lips do smile. i will never be to you what you are to me. i wish that i had known that from the start.
willa-ivy
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
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