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Aug 2014
why don't you just
trust me?
am i just all the bad things you think about me?
why can't i be the good impressions that you have of other people?
those words that should be meant for liars, hurt me, like getting bruised on my arms and legs.
these injuries get healed after a period of time.
but this time, it's not that anymore.
i'm bruised in my heart.
elena
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elena
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     Ashley Rodden and elena
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