A Different Point Of VIEW
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Last published Wed, Sep 2, 2015
What are you scared of? What do u think will really happen, if you let it out? Yah, there are consequences but only if you trust the wrong person. I can promise you, Ill never leave you alone. I promise I wont hurt you like that other bitch. Because I try. I try, because I care. And that wont try, no matter what the hell happens, whether u want me to or not. You don't have to hide anymore. I don't care what happens to me, you, or anyone else, Ill never leave your side. Ill never leave you alone. Ill be there for you when you need me. Because I care. I really do. And I'm going to keep saying it for the rest of our lives.
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