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Dec 2014
If they ask you about me tell them "Well she was the only girl who could spend the whole night  just talking about silly things, dreams, cars, thoughts, you name it. She was just there, god she was always there. I knew she was hurting but it seemed like she was enjoying it. I'd chase other girls, and she'd stay there telling me she supports me. Like ****, she was insane. I didn't even realize it until now. She's infuriating, she'll call you names and you'd just shake your head and laugh as if nothing matters. She wasn't like most girls, god she's so confident but once you get to know her, she's awkward and everything you'll ever want. She do things mostly for the people she loves. She'd hang on me because she believes in me. She hates it when I talk to other girls but she pretends it's alright. I love her presence but sometimes I hate it too because I just can't stand it. She's hurting but she doesn't care. I knew she was afraid of being alone. But if you ask her if something's wrong, she'd laugh and tell you that everything's perfect. If there is something that I regret it, it was hurting her. She is last thing you want to hurt. She was the only girl who genuinely liked me for me and I broke her to pieces."
Lois
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Lois  denzel
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