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Dec 2015
I was once left and get hurt.
Promised me something, but got broken.
Now you're being rude.
Not talking to me.
I'm here, always here.
Waiting for you to message me.
So sad to think that it seems we don't know each other.
You told me to be happy.
But how can I be happy if we're like this?
Angelica Tanaquin
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