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May 2013
You promised me all these things,
but now I'm trying to at least remember my self before you..
Before all the butterflies & the heart break you've given me
Before all the gifts & the bruises I've received from you.
What happened to the nights of talking? They started to get replaced by my screams & the pain in my chest.
What happened to the "I love you",Now they're all "I hate you" ...

-D.
Danaca Terlaje
Written by
Danaca Terlaje  California
(California)   
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