Thursday, March 14, 2013

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I still dream of you every now and then,

But i got hurt long enough to know that missing you isn't doing any good. Giving fake hopes to myself is just another form of torturing myself. So I just picked up my pieces and walked away quietly.

Don't be sorry my darling. It's no ones fault, as long as you promise to think of me every now and then, too.

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