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words of love along the wire

8.22.2009

it always hurts

You say you've been waiting to hang out with me all summer, but you have a girlfriend and I'm really nobody. Plus, you don't even remember when my birthday is and that was the last time you really loved me (well this might not even be true) before you broke my heart. I call bullshit.
written by allison at 1:26 a.m.
tags: Feelings and Shit

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