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you left it on my desk i only read the first line "im so sorry" it was then i knew what you meant her fist was on my jaw like a cold wind on the face sharp and burning i dropped the note now i know why why you made me promise not to fight it was hard i knew i could **** i knew it would **** you too and for that Im the one who is sorry
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
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you left it on my desk i only read the first line "im so sorry" it was then i knew what you meant her fist was on my jaw like a cold wind on the face sharp and burning i dropped the note now i know why why you made me promise not to fight it was hard i knew i could **** i knew it would **** you too and for that Im the one who is sorry
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