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The only thing I have seemed to write about
Is love.
Or think about,
Is love.
But do I have love?
Do i have you?
I love you, so does that mean
I HAVE love?
I don’t,
Not with the one that i love.
But with the one that loves me,
But I don’t have feelings with him.
His arms around me,
Only makes me think of one.
Not him, no…
Of the one that I want,
But can’t have.
Who wanted me, but changed his mind.
I asked him what’s wrong with me
He told me nothing.
But how can I believe him..
He’s the one that I want
He’s the one that I want to STOP FOR.
But he knows nothing about it.
Never will.
Thinking back to him,
And the cheating he’s done.
To me in away but mostly to her.
He is a player
And he will always hurt girls.
But I love him to death.
He just doesn’t care.

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OpenWounds

Joined April 2008

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