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its like sticking my hand in the nest of a fucking hornet
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| sometimes our mistakes make the greatest ideas | |
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| the cure for the pain is in the pain and thats where you'll find me | |
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organized beyond recognition
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| erything about you is now normal to me. the once loved portrait of you kills my sleep and i gaze upon the once loved smile. | |
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| i trusted you..i thought you were different..you made me feel i could return to the world and find something decent..but youre just like all the others..you lie, and betray, AND LAUGH ABOUT IT | |
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unfortunatly were not robots
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| no tears will wash this away and everday i question the love that we had the pain ive felt has gone away sometimes i just miss that | |
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