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Jan 2014
I miss you.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
The three hardest things to say
Describe everything I feel.
I know you don't like that girl you're hooking up with.
And she can't possibly love you,
not like I do.
But I hope you go to her house
and you kiss her like you mean it
and she kisses you back
and I hope you feel how wrong it is.
I really hope you think it's wrong
And I'll be drunk
or high
and definitely alone.
I thought I was the one leaving you.
Was I really just setting you free?
In case anyone was wondering, it's been a week since I broke up with my boyfriend.
Apparently tomorrow he's going to this girl's house so they can hook up.
So basically I am sad.
Written by
Jill Stinehart
   --- and James Jarrett
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