twenty seven

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On the scale of loving you, she was a 3 and I was an 8. Even though she loved you less for who you are and more for where you stand, you choose her. Because she was a 3, and my 8 had holes in it... so I guess now, on a scale to loving you. I'm a 0, because only a strong bold outline is keeping me from disappearing entirely.

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