what more can be taken from me? what more can be ripped from me and thrown out of my reach and my sight.
you don't need her too. you took him with you and you don't need her. you weren't even supposed to go. stop making this hurt more. stop making this hurt more than it needs to. stop making me cry.
Saturday, June 06, 2009
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