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You, you moved on. Me, well, I tried. You got a new boyfriend. Told me he's in the army. I noticed that we started to talk more Whenever he was away. I noticed that when he came back, We stopped. I noticed I've been playing the role of your back-up. This is not what I want to be to you. I don't want to be your back-up. I want to be yours, Your number one, Your lover. I want you to let me love you like I want to.
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
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You, you moved on. Me, well, I tried. You got a new boyfriend. Told me he's in the army. I noticed that we started to talk more Whenever he was away. I noticed that when he came back, We stopped. I noticed I've been playing the role of your back-up. This is not what I want to be to you. I don't want to be your back-up. I want to be yours, Your number one, Your lover. I want you to let me love you like I want to.
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
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