WhyDontWeSydnie
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"He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me" the little Flower Girl sat picking the dead petals off the dead flowers.
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Did he even love me. Did he ever care. Was I just being used...but what was he using me for.
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His friends are odd which is a good thing because I love them one is my brother, one is like my brother, one I can spill my heart out and won't care, and another I can go crazy with, and then him wow him he's perfect I have an odd connection to him it's just always been there and I never shown it until now..
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