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I love being the one, Who you ask to walk with. I love being there, When you leave me for him. I love when i see, You two walk away hapily. I miss, That being us. j.b

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Published: Apr 3, 2014
Time: 1m

Tags: #love #suicide #depression #hate #death #depressed #depress

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