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May 2014
I think I ******* hate you tonight
and I can't tell if it makes my blood boil
or run cold
but I know that you will regret
and I would laugh and say
"I told you so"
but I am not a ******* child
nor are you
and we both know better than to believe
that you ever ******* loved
me.
(b.r.o.)
you liar
Eli
Written by
Eli  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
652
   xcvii, --- and Nathan Wells
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