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Dec 2012
I hate you.
At least, that's what I tell myself.
I will never forgive you.
At least, that's what I tell myself.
It's all your fault.
You will regret this.
It won’t work out.
I will move on.
It won’t bother me.
I deserve better than you.
I didn’t do anything wrong.
You were a mistake.
It doesn’t hurt.


It doesn’t hurt.
At least, that's what I’ll tell myself.
Never Ending Tangle
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Never Ending Tangle
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