He is tormenting me.
He is messing with my mind.
He is hurting my heart.
Yet I want him.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
Does he love me?
Do I love him?
Or is it just a crush?
I wish to know the truth.
But hoping is better than breaking.
And wishing is better then tears.
And love is better then numb.
So I'll stay confused.
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Tales For The Broken
RandomStory's of story's and stories telling stories about stories. This has a bunch of little stories and talks about things I believe in. I hope you find something you like I'm trying to be more Iowan to every one so I love to hear from you guys. What d...
