It's not you. It's me.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
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4 comments:
It's always you.
And it's always me.
I am NOT your victim.
God. I've been told this so many times that I now actually believe that something truly IS wrong with me. You're obviously lying when you say this, so man up and have the guts to tell me. Please.
you didn't love me
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