everytime i see you with her i die a little more.
every lie comes rushing back, about how she was "just a friend" and you "didn't even think she was attractive."
i despise you both.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
everytime i see you with her i die a little more.
every lie comes rushing back, about how she was "just a friend" and you "didn't even think she was attractive."
i despise you both.
I thought she respected me and I thought you were honest.
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