I'm Done
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It's funny how people say I love you when they don't really mean it they only say it for that person. That really needs it that won't feel bad but when they say it it's meaningless because they don't really mean it so I'm done like if you love me then that's cool but if you don't then it sucks you for because I'm a good person. I'm not like these other fuckers that hurt ppl I'm the person that gets hurt but it's to ok I'm use to it so ya that's what I need to get out of my chest because like I can't keep it in anymore like if I do they I will blow up so.ya if you love me that I love you to but if you don't love me then. Why the fuck you say it to me just stop and thinking about it and then say. It if you mean it
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