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Nov 2014
I'm not even mad at them. I'm mad at myself for becoming so dependent on people who couldn't give a **** about me. They say they'll be the one person who will alway be there, yet in time they prove to be just like everyone else: leaving me in the dust. I get that I'm not good enough, but stop making promises you have no intention of keeping. No hope is better than false hope.
Amy
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   Pamela Rae, ryn and WickedHope
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