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You talk about my promises when you don't even keep yours, you think you're a saint but I'm not so sure. I'm tired of this, I've cried for the last time, this is my goodbye, I'm leaving you high and dry.
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
Goodbye
You talk about my promises when you don't even keep yours, you think you're a saint but I'm not so sure. I'm tired of this, I've cried for the last time, this is my goodbye, I'm leaving you high and dry.
diana-mendes
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
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