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Love Hurts we both skipped school just to be together not as for fun but for love we ran, we smiled ,we held hads and kissed but I could see the sadness within her which she kept as a secret but I never gave up for our love I kept our time happy and fun. The day after another as we enjoy our time together, we hold hands and kiss at the end, but I see that she wants to tell me something but she leaves with a tear she hides and not dears to tell as if it might hurt me. Then the sad days come, she wont skip school with me any more but I find out she is absent every few days with a boy named Luke, she hardly speaks to me like I'm invisible and when I lead her home she say no word and barges through me without a kiss or even a goodbye. The next day, I walk and I walk thinking and thinking was it me that upset her was it I who hurt her feelings and........ there I see what's wrong she standing there in the hall holding hands with the boy named Luke, was I dreaming, did she spend the absent days with that young foul I'm breathing hard, thinking to much, sweating with pain then I stopped breathing by the pain of my heart I fell to my dramatic death... BY SID
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Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 3:50 AM UTC
Love hurts
Love Hurts we both skipped school just to be together not as for fun but for love we ran, we smiled ,we held hads and kissed but I could see the sadness within her which she kept as a secret but I never gave up for our love I kept our time happy and fun. The day after another as we enjoy our time together, we hold hands and kiss at the end, but I see that she wants to tell me something but she leaves with a tear she hides and not dears to tell as if it might hurt me. Then the sad days come, she wont skip school with me any more but I find out she is absent every few days with a boy named Luke, she hardly speaks to me like I'm invisible and when I lead her home she say no word and barges through me without a kiss or even a goodbye. The next day, I walk and I walk thinking and thinking was it me that upset her was it I who hurt her feelings and........ there I see what's wrong she standing there in the hall holding hands with the boy named Luke, was I dreaming, did she spend the absent days with that young foul I'm breathing hard, thinking to much, sweating with pain then I stopped breathing by the pain of my heart I fell to my dramatic death... BY SID
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Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 3:50 AM UTC
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