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Jul 2015
i threw my past at you,
thinking you'd understand,
because pain is relative, and
i knew you got that much

but whats been thrown at me,
be it punches, or knives, or
you and
your words

i guess i just put more
trust in the thought
that you'd think more like me and
you'd, for once, have sympathy.
you actually are blind so ******* for that. but you were right about me being selfish... oh well, since thats true i guess ill just watch another ep or orange is the new black even tho i dont really have the time.
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