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2.55 a.m.

by billiondays

last week you were screaming love to me but i wasn't sure yet and today you're screaming love to her and i'm falling apart a vile little thing time is; last week you were here today you are there last week you and i talked today you and i keep quiet last week you and i went out today you go out with her last week you told me "you are my home" today you probably tell her too last week you loved me today you love her is it the bad timing or you just didn't love me? – billiondays
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Written by
billiondays
21 / F
Published
Oct 15, 2016
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1m
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fuCk this shit i'm out

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#love#thoughts#mine#billiondays
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