It comes to a point where i dislike you.
Really.
Your happiness shows me how much everything meant to you.
I meant nothing.
Thanks for everything.
Fcuking liar!
You should have told me right from the start.
Instead of trying to make it sound nice.
Brokened
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
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