Stop right there...
this is where i lost it.
this is how i picture myself.
standing outside of your door soaking wet in the rain.
asking for your forgiveness.
i want it so bad.
and all i can see is.. you
a. slamming the door in myface.
b. storybook ending... you sweep me off my feet.. again.
who i am hates who ive been..
i dont want you know where i
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