I'm alone.
I thought you cared.
Really truly cared.
I've told you everything.
All of my secrets.
But apparently that's not enough.
You use me when you need me,
otherwise, I don't exist.
I know what you're doing,
but I just keep coming back,
hoping maybe one day you'll change,
and maybe love me.
I know in the back of my mind,
you'll never feel the same way I feel for you.
But I can't seem to stop,
and it's killing
me.
I'm alone. I thought you cared. Really truly cared. I've
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Feb 21, 2012 12:14am
