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Make up and break up
Again and again and people find this to be... fun? no... No there was a time when you didn't matter to me there was a time when I was all that mattered stripping me away... ripping at me... this emotion over powers me... this is supposed to feel good? This is what everyone is raving about? Why?... Why suffer yourself... for this... all we do is break up... If it is done then its done... hold on to dying corpses isn't fun giving up your moral values to accompany you when you leave me dry isn't fun... no... No its not... other girls may fawn other girls may feen... but no... No I am not that I am going back to caring and loving for me...
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