Sun, 06/16/2013 - 23:42 -- Bree


United States
36° 28' 26.2992" N, 99° 8' 44.214" W

The pain i put you through, after everything we would do.
This time it's to late, I can't take it back, it's a fool I am.
So go on be gone, depart from me.
Can't you see we're no longer meant to be.
That just leaves me sorry, sorry to see you go.
I didn't want to hurt you, but i stabbed the blade in you.
If I were you I'd leave too.


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