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21 marca 2012, środa ( Forever is a Foul Word )
When you left me you broke every part of me, now I'm first to pretend that this is not a dead body wandering the earth and I am wondering how something can cut you up into this many pieces, the knife never spots cutting each day and be excepted by the guy who tore you up and burned all your dreams down, to just get over it. Is he for real, because how I feel for him is and even though he treats me like he's never want to lose me as a friend, everything he says digs at me because I'll never hear the sweet words he said when he loved me again, everything has gone from a dream to a nightmare and I want to know how life can be so curel. I feel like I'm left for died!
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