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For Her.

Shes so incredably fucked. every thought. every breath. shes a slave of her own mind. a prisoner of her thoughts. shes not okay. you fucked her over. she loved you, and to you, that didnt mean a thing. shes my bestfriend. but its more then that. shes my soul. she understands me. she believes my pain, she endures my thoughts. she puts up with me. and for that, i love her. i need her to stay in this hell with me. everything is for her.
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little-wing
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Mar 4, 2012
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