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Jan 2014
I'll admit I was wrong about everything
Now I'm hiding and I don't want to come down.

All the fun that we had on your mothers couch I don't even want to think about.

I'm not strong enough for the both of us,
What was I supposed to do?
You know I love you.
septemb3r
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