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It hurts, every time I hide the fact that I still like you. It hurts how my heart is still hoping for that chance, and it hurts that I know you only talk to me when she can't.
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Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 7:54 AM UTC
Unrequited
It hurts, every time I hide the fact that I still like you. It hurts how my heart is still hoping for that chance, and it hurts that I know you only talk to me when she can't.
Sweeteden
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Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 7:54 AM UTC
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