Losing Hope
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Última publicación dom, dic 13, 2015
its been a few weeks since you left and someone asked me today if i still think of you? i thought about it for a minute and tried to come up with some lie in which i would say no i don't and that I've moved on but whats the point in lying? because i can't deny it-i do miss you and yes i do think of you. So i simply replied "everyday"
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