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thing is;
 i never wanned to admit it, but, 
i did miss you,
 you just hurt me a lot i don’t give a **** about your drunken texts,
 or phone calls, for god sake,
 you wreck everything,
 you’re so ******* fake don’t you dare blame me,
 this is on you,
 i’m finally free,
 of ********
 yeah i finally broke through thing is;
 **** you, for getting up and leaving.
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
wrecking love
thing is;
 i never wanned to admit it, but, 
i did miss you,
 you just hurt me a lot i don’t give a **** about your drunken texts,
 or phone calls, for god sake,
 you wreck everything,
 you’re so ******* fake don’t you dare blame me,
 this is on you,
 i’m finally free,
 of ********
 yeah i finally broke through thing is;
 **** you, for getting up and leaving.
satelles
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
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