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Nov 2014
Here it is.
I'm saying it now.
I'm giving up.
It hurts too much.
It hurts that I know that you are not alone.
I'm giving up on what we could have had.
I'm giving up on everything.
I'm giving up on myself for giving up on you.
I'm giving up on waiting for you to text, for you to call.
It'd be nice to know you cared.
It'd be nice to know you still want to meet up.
I understand, we all have our issues,
and I've stated mine here.
I'm simply giving up.
Marisa Hope
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Marisa Hope  27/F/Nashville
(27/F/Nashville)   
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