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at the beginning about 10 months ago we began as friends and talking was an every day (and all day long) type of thing i did not know that you just needed a friend with your electronic kisses and hugs i assumed differently but you made me feel special you made me feel like someone actually liked me you could relate to me you would listen to me and tell me you would get me help you would comfort me and make me laugh and smile and you told me you promised me you would never leave and you kept that promise but it is now and now you are with her and now you make her feel special and now you make her laugh and smile and you comfort her and you relate to her and care about her but for now i am still in love with the boy that stole my heart with poetry and music and books and electronic kisses and hugs and compassion and honesty and kindness and its okay i’ll be over it all one day but for now i love you
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
for now 2/15/14
at the beginning about 10 months ago we began as friends and talking was an every day (and all day long) type of thing i did not know that you just needed a friend with your electronic kisses and hugs i assumed differently but you made me feel special you made me feel like someone actually liked me you could relate to me you would listen to me and tell me you would get me help you would comfort me and make me laugh and smile and you told me you promised me you would never leave and you kept that promise but it is now and now you are with her and now you make her feel special and now you make her laugh and smile and you comfort her and you relate to her and care about her but for now i am still in love with the boy that stole my heart with poetry and music and books and electronic kisses and hugs and compassion and honesty and kindness and its okay i’ll be over it all one day but for now i love you
kerryondarling
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
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