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Jun 2013
Her
Your in your room, sitting on the floor, blocking the door so no one bothers you. You have your phone in your hand hoping and wishing he would call or text. Makeup runs down your face from all the tears. In your head you replay all of the memories and fun times but mostly there last conversation. You wishe you said things differently then you did. You think to yourself, I'll never get him back.
sincerly rose
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sincerly rose  England
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