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Dec 2014
I don't love him. I mean tell him I do n maybe I do but not like that deep connective way real people do. And the truth I'm pretty sure he doesn't either. But what if, for a second, I  truly have started to fall, it only hurts to know he'll never see me like that in his eyes at all.
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Chanel cummings
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