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I'm sorry I have to do this But I'm going to have to rip this off It'll be fast I promise You'll only feel a sting But me I've gone through this type of thing When it's gone You won't see it anymore And I hope it won't burn But what this does to me Is none of your concern When this is over I hope it feels like Ripping off a band aid
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
Band Aid
I'm sorry I have to do this But I'm going to have to rip this off It'll be fast I promise You'll only feel a sting But me I've gone through this type of thing When it's gone You won't see it anymore And I hope it won't burn But what this does to me Is none of your concern When this is over I hope it feels like Ripping off a band aid
I really hope he doesn't hate me after this..
nicole-ashley
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
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