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I don't know anything anymore. I'm sick of this feeling and im sick of you. If you ever call me another cutesy nickname i will punch you in the face If you ever try to come back after you realize no one will ever love you like i have, i will slam the door Don't even think about bringing up old inside jokes, i will have forgotten them by then, ive already began to Forget about trying to fix things cuz you know we're meant to be together, you can only try to fix something so many times until its completely broken. You're insane if you think we get past this, even if i do forgive there will be no forgetting Don't bother saying "i miss you" because all i've been doing is running away, i can't wait to move away from you But the worst thing you could possibly say is " i love you" because im not completely sure yet if this wall i'm trying to build against you will still be standing. As much as i wish you could be standing on my porch right now on your knees, my door's been open too long and the best thing for me is to turn the lock. I'm done standing around waiting for this miracle that will never happen. "Love is like glass, sometimes it is better to leave it in pieces rather than trying to put it back together" There is a line between being friends and always being there for you. It is a fine line, but a line none the less. You drew it with an ink of lies and coldhearted decisions.
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Jan 27, 2012
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