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The difference between the sprout and the bean is a golden ring "It's a racket." I really was being a snob I never lied I wish you weren't ashamed of me I wish I wasn't ashamed at myself for not hating you as much as I know I do and for breaking my streak I wish you didn't lie to me Whether you lied about how much you cared Whether you lied to yourself when you let slip that you missed me Whether you lied to me when you let slip that you missed me Whether you lied to me about her to make me feel bad. I never lied. I wish you didn't pretend I did. "I show her that I love her. I hug her. I kiss her. I tell her that I love her." I've never loved anybody I've never hated anybody but now... I might feel both at the same time and I don't know how to handle that "He has done nothing except make you feel like ******* **** You are done with that piece of **** Done." Now I remember. But I also remember other things. I hate remembering Do you remember me?
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Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 1:23 AM UTC
I Can't Do This Anymore
The difference between the sprout and the bean is a golden ring "It's a racket." I really was being a snob I never lied I wish you weren't ashamed of me I wish I wasn't ashamed at myself for not hating you as much as I know I do and for breaking my streak I wish you didn't lie to me Whether you lied about how much you cared Whether you lied to yourself when you let slip that you missed me Whether you lied to me when you let slip that you missed me Whether you lied to me about her to make me feel bad. I never lied. I wish you didn't pretend I did. "I show her that I love her. I hug her. I kiss her. I tell her that I love her." I've never loved anybody I've never hated anybody but now... I might feel both at the same time and I don't know how to handle that "He has done nothing except make you feel like ******* **** You are done with that piece of **** Done." Now I remember. But I also remember other things. I hate remembering Do you remember me?
peyton-leigh-stille
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Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 1:23 AM UTC
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