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You don't know what you got 'till it's gone. As clichéd and overused a phrase as anything I have ever heard. And God, how I hate writing the clichéd. But as true, is true, is true you really don't know **** until it leaves you. Humorously enough though, and I mean humorously in the most ironic, sad-sacked way possible it was I who broke it off. In a nice way? Hell no. It was an over-the-phone go **** yourself that at the time I laughed at. Well I still do. But that's only when I'm not looking at those ******* facebook photos of her with another guy. Sometimes I don't understand my own sense of humor.
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Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 3:59 AM UTC
A Love Story (pt. 2)
You don't know what you got 'till it's gone. As clichéd and overused a phrase as anything I have ever heard. And God, how I hate writing the clichéd. But as true, is true, is true you really don't know **** until it leaves you. Humorously enough though, and I mean humorously in the most ironic, sad-sacked way possible it was I who broke it off. In a nice way? Hell no. It was an over-the-phone go **** yourself that at the time I laughed at. Well I still do. But that's only when I'm not looking at those ******* facebook photos of her with another guy. Sometimes I don't understand my own sense of humor.
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Oct 21, 2011 at 3:59 AM UTC
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