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When you call me at 3 in the morning From what feels like a thousand miles away It kills me to hear you say "I'm not sure he loves me after all that, in fact, in any way" I don't know where it came from but from where you are he cut open my heart too somehow love's reach reaches far further out, and through you I wish I could take some of your pain my love I wish I could drain it from your veins but I guess the best that I can do is try and take some pain from him too and try and share my hurt with you So remember my love Remember that you are strong and Remember that you are beautiful But utmost of all Remember that he doesn't deserve any of you and that no one ever will.
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC
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When you call me at 3 in the morning From what feels like a thousand miles away It kills me to hear you say "I'm not sure he loves me after all that, in fact, in any way" I don't know where it came from but from where you are he cut open my heart too somehow love's reach reaches far further out, and through you I wish I could take some of your pain my love I wish I could drain it from your veins but I guess the best that I can do is try and take some pain from him too and try and share my hurt with you So remember my love Remember that you are strong and Remember that you are beautiful But utmost of all Remember that he doesn't deserve any of you and that no one ever will.
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC
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