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I told you I would never give up I never did give up. I love you just as much as i did 2160 days ago. But you gave up on me, on us. You shunned away your feelings and now you don't feel it anymore. You don't feel anything anymore. I can't blame you. Love is a beautiful cluster-fuck of emotions, but at the end of the day when your insomnia begins darkness fills your somber heart and you question love. But I do love you. More than you could ever possibly comprehend. But, that doesn't matter because my personality and clothing choice, will never make up for hers. I want to be what you want me to be, but no matter how hard I try, I Cannot be her. There is no amount of pastel makeup, and sparkly shirts, that will make me her. I could obtain her exact wardrobe, and hair color, and that dumb laugh she uses, when she makes fun and jokes. But, I could never be her, ever. I somehow hurt you, I never want to see you cry, or in pain. To this day I Cannot Believe that I somehow managed, to hurt someone so perfect, and so genuine, and innocent. I just want to show you that I never meant hurt you like that. But you want me to be her, and I'm sorry but that is the one thing I cannot do for You.
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Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC
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I told you I would never give up I never did give up. I love you just as much as i did 2160 days ago. But you gave up on me, on us. You shunned away your feelings and now you don't feel it anymore. You don't feel anything anymore. I can't blame you. Love is a beautiful cluster-fuck of emotions, but at the end of the day when your insomnia begins darkness fills your somber heart and you question love. But I do love you. More than you could ever possibly comprehend. But, that doesn't matter because my personality and clothing choice, will never make up for hers. I want to be what you want me to be, but no matter how hard I try, I Cannot be her. There is no amount of pastel makeup, and sparkly shirts, that will make me her. I could obtain her exact wardrobe, and hair color, and that dumb laugh she uses, when she makes fun and jokes. But, I could never be her, ever. I somehow hurt you, I never want to see you cry, or in pain. To this day I Cannot Believe that I somehow managed, to hurt someone so perfect, and so genuine, and innocent. I just want to show you that I never meant hurt you like that. But you want me to be her, and I'm sorry but that is the one thing I cannot do for You.
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Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC
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