How many days have i sat by myself crying over years past and never able to be changed? 50,000 more times than you have ever even considered anyone's feelings but your own, And how can i still feel as if you are a part of who i am and who i love? When not once have you even thought of maybe picking up that god damned phone,
Reason for writing:
My only love sprung from my only hate has a new meaning now
Birth sign: Cancer
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