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Wasting my love was only half of the fun, but to waste it on you made me a fortunate one. You taught me that love was never enough, you taught me to lie and how to be tough. You taught me that *** is better when it's rough, because then when you hurt me it's mutual gruff. When I lay my head on my pillow at night, I remember how weak I was during our fights. Because you never loved me and you never cared; though if I knew this then, my skin might be bare. After hurting myself, whilst you hurt me too, I remember today - I am strong - so thank you.                                                                k.d.
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Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
A letter of gratitude
Wasting my love was only half of the fun, but to waste it on you made me a fortunate one. You taught me that love was never enough, you taught me to lie and how to be tough. You taught me that *** is better when it's rough, because then when you hurt me it's mutual gruff. When I lay my head on my pillow at night, I remember how weak I was during our fights. Because you never loved me and you never cared; though if I knew this then, my skin might be bare. After hurting myself, whilst you hurt me too, I remember today - I am strong - so thank you.                                                                k.d.
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Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
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