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It's 3:42. I'm laying in bed thinking about you. Broken, hurt, nevertheless but sad. You always do this but I still come running back. Now its 3:43 and I'm still thinking about you, remembering how we used to be happy at 3:42.
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC
3:42
It's 3:42. I'm laying in bed thinking about you. Broken, hurt, nevertheless but sad. You always do this but I still come running back. Now its 3:43 and I'm still thinking about you, remembering how we used to be happy at 3:42.
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC
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