He didn't, couldn't, wouldn't kiss me good-bye.
Getting involved with him was ... I hesitate to use the word mistake, because I definitely beneifited from the experience. In what way, I'm not entirely sure. But I'm pretty sure I did.
I gave up my power and pride. And the power of pride. In the end, he made small talk, not bothering to express one,
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I cried on the way home because MCR came on my mix cd, ha. I'm so addicted to you Trent.
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I'm around till Saturday. VISIT darling. Hugs like woah.
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Better to have loved and lost? (stupid bullshit to make people pretend that they know anything about anythingm you may say, but bear with me...). Do I know what its like, do I know how you feel?
No. Zorry, caan't relate. I'll ask you one simple question...
which of us is the sadder specimen.
(i hope you get my heartfelt meaning...I'm a little out of it over here)
MISSING YOU!
LLL LLL LLL AND MARE LLL!
~yaar Dahlly wango llllllama! (Hail Jane!)
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