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Unrequited love is such a bore.

I've been crazy, since the day I was born. A little lazy, and always torn. But it's okay, I'll succeed anyway. You say I can be happy on my own, that I am just phony who never picks up the phone, but I refuse to believe that tonight. I only know who I want to be, I don't know who I am it's getting hard to see. It's two a.m., still won't answer the phone, he calls but I'm not alone. I crave your bitter honesty, how you drown in every insecurity,   you are the only one I know who scares me. I'm a friend you say, but one you can't tell anything to. You push me away, then blame me through and through. You trusted her more, then she threw your secrets out the door. Hold me oh so tight, please I don't want to fight. I know you hate me and I can't see you anymore. I've never cared for someone like you, I hate the way you criticize me for what you do. Go back to the one you love, you don't care enough to leave. Go live your life, forget about this temporary bliss.   Unrequited love is such a bore.
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anamarie
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Dec 8, 2012
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