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Mar 2014
I picked the petals off the flower and watched them slowly sink into the grass as I said "he loves me, he loves me not" like the outcome was going to be any different. you didn't love me, and I was thinking this throughout this entire time. and of course (I guess Fate felt as though she had to reassure me) the last petal was "he loves me not."
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