if you saw how badly 'm crying now, would you feel anything at all? This is the second time 'm feeling like this in a month. "some girl who doesnt like you at all". Why couldnt you just fucking keep such stuff to yourself. Maybe 'm really dumb. Putting myself up and getting knocked down over and over again. Is it really more enjoyable, the life you have now, then the time when you had me by your side? We were so fucking special.
the story ends like this;
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you entered: to do
about the blogger melvin;
+ learn html
+ learn photography
+ learn to be more meticulous
+ whiter teeth
+ to be filled
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