"That's why i love you for who you are"
You told me that in the car. Thank you baby, thank you for loving me. For loving such a crappy, cranky me. But do you, really?
Stop saying sorry. It does not help.
Maybe i just want those memories too. Baby, you always run away. When you read that entry, i would expect you to ask what's wrong. I know you're
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