this goes with my storyy its like a prolouge
It has came to the point where I
don’t hurt because I am so used to it . It has came to the
point where love doesn’t really exist . He hurts me so much
but I cry and cry , when I see him smile I smile . It doesn’t
matter as long as he gives me these butterflies its all ohkay
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this goes with my storyy its like a prolouge It has came to
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Feb 20, 2011 12:03am
