Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Why

I miss you. I miss everything that we used to be. How we used to tell each other everything. I miss how we used to have each other’s back through thick and thin.



I hate how it all changed when you met him. I hate how you forgot about me as soon as he came into the picture. I hate how you became the person I needed to protect myself from

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