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So many things unsaid Pretending its just fine. Wonderful you are. At least to me. Anger boils throughout time wondering if it was all just a game. Silly game we played called friendship. Where did it go? Where do we go from here? Nowhere. That time has passed, I have begun to accept it. No longer agonizingly painful. Almost completely forgotten, what we once were. Never going to let it happen to me again. This thing called love.
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Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC
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So many things unsaid Pretending its just fine. Wonderful you are. At least to me. Anger boils throughout time wondering if it was all just a game. Silly game we played called friendship. Where did it go? Where do we go from here? Nowhere. That time has passed, I have begun to accept it. No longer agonizingly painful. Almost completely forgotten, what we once were. Never going to let it happen to me again. This thing called love.
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Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC
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