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Sep 2015
I know it sounds a little unorthodox... even crazy,
but it felt so **** good to be hurt by you, because I was addicted to your cure!
No one can kiss a bruise quite like the one who caused it.
My hopes wrapped up in you like being tangled in my bed sheets....

The way you lure me, back into this committed relationship to false hope and empty "maybes".
Hurts to hold on, Pains to let go.
Rumi Arie
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Rumi Arie
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   GaryFairy and Emily Norton
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