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Yea? you wanna know what i feel? I feel so unlikeable that i turn out ashamed of being me ashamed of who i am and what im made of it feels like i was never the girl you really liked in the first place i never was once the girl of your interest. I play makeups and clothes, not guitar and drumsticks I love mellow music, not hard rock screamoes which u do like. Were totally different in such million ways yet how did we found a love between a torn crack full of black and whites
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 10:33 PM UTC
Torn
Yea? you wanna know what i feel? I feel so unlikeable that i turn out ashamed of being me ashamed of who i am and what im made of it feels like i was never the girl you really liked in the first place i never was once the girl of your interest. I play makeups and clothes, not guitar and drumsticks I love mellow music, not hard rock screamoes which u do like. Were totally different in such million ways yet how did we found a love between a torn crack full of black and whites
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 10:33 PM UTC
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