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Jun 2015
i can't begin to understand why you do what you do or say the things you say but you weren't meant to be understandable; you're not mine to figure out and that frustrates me. not that you're not mine but that someone else has the pleasure of knowing you in a way that i couldn't.
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   amy emma
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