July 2010
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June 2010
92 posts
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I can't stop thinking of you.
You said, ‘Move on..’ Where do I go?
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You make me sick.
After everything I’ve ever done for you, I turn around and a knife is stabbed between the shoulder blades. You deserve nothing in life. Not like you’re going anywhere anyways. You are cold shiny plastic, fake to everyone around. You keep going for all the cheap shots and low blows, give it a rest. You’ll never be above me. Never. Fuck you. I hope you die alone.
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