Blurry Apple of my Eye
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Ongoing7m
Last published Sat, Jul 11, 2015
Sometimes you think that 'Its not him,Its not him'. Sometimes you just forget that the right man is always standing in front of you, supporting you in any way that he can, But you still go to another man because you love him differently. Sometimes I regret that I forget about the saying " The best boyfriend is your bestfriend" But now I'm hurt. I'm broken. And he's gone. Gave me a chance but I still didn't realize. I guess I just saw different things. I guess I thought that another man would be the apple of my eye. But its all blurry now, Its the Blurry Apple of my eye.
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