They use to be happy.
I use to sit and talk with her.
About him and mostly only him.
He had mixed feelings for this girl.
She fell for him too.
He ended it.
She was devastated.
This girl was not me.
IT was my best friend though.
Mar 22, 2011
Mar 22, 2011 at 5:00 PM UTC
They use to be happy.
I use to sit and talk with her.
About him and mostly only him.
He had mixed feelings for this girl.
She fell for him too.
He ended it.
She was devastated.
This girl was not me.
IT was my best friend though.
Ehh
not a best.
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