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quinta-feira, 9 de maio de 2013
teenage poem to teenager lovers
I've tried to hate you and sometimes I almost believed in it
Yeah, almost, and that was the worst
Cause thinking that I was getting over you it was losing myself
And now I'm stuck in a web of terrible thoughts and some bad attitudes.
And you even know about it
Some nights I wondering what are you doing and how you are
but it makes me feel like I care more than I want to
After all this time I still fool myself and I want you here
All this time what I really want was you here
But you couldn't
You can't.
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