You don't know how much you hurt me. How much I wished I was dead. How I wished I could be with you. Just to tell you some of the things I never got to.
Before you left.
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KurzgeschichtenThat was... before you left.
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You don't know how much you hurt me. How much I wished I was dead. How I wished I could be with you. Just to tell you some of the things I never got to.
Before you left.