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it was real. everything of it was real.
Thursday, December 24, 2009 @ 2:00 PM | 0 Comment [s]
![]() "Love was always the thing that did that- smashed into you, left you raw. the deeper you loved, the deeper it hurt." aren't you tired of hurting me, leaving me behind every memories we have created, throwing me around like a piece of junk? don't you feel guilty of making me feel this way, making me worried about you, when in fact, you don't even care for me at all? isn't it enough? the care, affection, love and attention i have given you for the past few years? do you want more? do you want me to stop? how could i know what to do when you don't even talk to me anymore. didn't you receive the signals i have given you? i love you, did you felt that? i care for you, did you even see that? i long for you, for your touch, your kisses and your hug, did you know that? why me? above all girls that you met, why must i suffer from this tragic love story? do you feel tired at all? i'm exhausted. i'm tired of this shit. please help me let you go. i want you out of my life. i want to be free. to be free from you, from everything. TTFN. Labels: boy, confusion, girl, life, love, questions |
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