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It's my fault, my shortcoming.. Believing the words, they matched the actions. A lifetime of memories, comfort, laughs.... Over, abrupt, shocking. I found out from a stranger your name was not "friend" It is Judas. It's my fault.
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
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It's my fault, my shortcoming.. Believing the words, they matched the actions. A lifetime of memories, comfort, laughs.... Over, abrupt, shocking. I found out from a stranger your name was not "friend" It is Judas. It's my fault.
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
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