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Baggage (Harry Styles)
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Continúa, Has publicado abr 17, 2014
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"How could you? I'm sick of this! I'm sick of you." He threw his hands up in frustration.
"Then leave me Harry! Go on! You've done it before god dammit" I screamed while the tears streamed down my face. He began chuckling, why the hell is he laughing? 
"See that's the thing." He laughed but I could see the pain through his bloodshot and water rimmed eyes. "I just bloody can't. I'm in too deep"
"W-what?" I stammered choking out sobs. 
"I can't leave you. It's impossible. I tried, I tried so hard to detach myself from you but I just can't. And you know what the worst part is?" He chuckled.
"No. What?" I asked shaking my head. My sobs had subsided as I grew more exhausted than I was before by the minute. 
"I don't even care. I'm afraid you, Ellie. You are stuck with me and my Baggage."
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