i ask myself, constantly, how many times
you've screwed me over. How many times you broke my heart. but for
some odd reason i still love you. and their's a part of me that
keeps hanging on; like i have hope for the future. when i knew we
really didnt.</3
i ask myself, constantly, how many times you've screwed me over.
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Apr 12, 2010 5:54pm
