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Nov 2013
To me, you are no longer the idea of perfection, you are just another lost soul. I should have known.
I do not adore you as much as I adore my morning coffee anymore. Not a tad bit.
That is the unquestionable truth that you'll have no choice but to shove it down your ******* throat.
i need to fix this. suggestions?
ivy
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ivy
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