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Wednesday, 16 December 2009

  • how about a strong shot of honesty?

    Hey ladies, I decided to do a picture update today, with some quotes that I thought went with the photos. All pictures were taken from PostSecret. Like it or leave it?

    <3

    one.

    happiness

    You asked why people always asked you to smile in photographs. I told you it was because they hoped that in the future, there would be something to smile about.

    two.

    fucked

    You told me it would be okay, but you were the one crying. You told me to let go, but you were the one holding onto my shirt.

    three.

    hardway

    It's always easy to point the finger, to let somebody else take the blame. But when you make a living out of making excuses, it gets hard to face yourself again.

    four.

    helpme

    Because sometimes, it's easier for me to believe the lies than the truth.

    five.

    hopper

    You wake up with a list of people you'd rather be. But you're already on everyone else's list.

    six.

    illsayyes

    We are two pieces of the easiest damn puzzle on earth. Anyone could figure out that we belong together, so why is it so hard for you to figure it out?

    seven.

    idontknow

    You close your eyes when you cry. That's okay. Just don't keep them closed too long. Things have become beautiful. There's nothing more to cry about.

    eight.

    littlegirl

    Memories were fine, but you couldn't touch them, smell them, or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment had been, and they faded with time.

    nine.

    looking

    The time most wasted is the time you spend thinking you are alone.

    ten.

    livelikethis

    Here's to the moments where we didn't think about right or wrong. Here's to the moments where we just lived, crosseed our fingers and hoped for the best.

    eleven.

    fakecell

    Maybe there's more than meets the eye, because sometimes, I know there's much more to me than what I choose to show.

    twelve.

    exist

    You have to believe that life is more than just the sum of its parts, kiddo.

    thirteen.

    band

    It's up to you who you let walk away, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let go of altogether.

    fourteen.

    allthetime

    It covers my eyes. It's all I can see. Say there's some kids playing baseball. All I see is the one kid they won't let play because he tells corny jokes. Or, I see a boy and a girl, in love and kissing, you know? I just see that one day they're going to be one of those sad, old couples that cheats on each other and can't even look each other in the eye. And I feel it. I feel all their sadness. I feel it probably even worse than that sad old couple or that corny kid will ever feel it.

    fifteen.

    amwas

    Do you know when to walk away? Do you know when to not take less that what you deserve?

    sixteen.

    aisle

    The unreal is more powerful than the real because nothing is as perfect as you imagine it. It's only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend - they can go on and on.

    seventeen.

    aboutme

    There may very well be others, but I still like to pretend that I'm the one you would like to grow old with.

    eighteen.

     1999

    I don't want to let you hurt me again, but if you wanted another chance, you know I could never say no.

    nineteen.

    1800SUICIDE  

    Today, give a stranger one of your smiles. It might just give him a reason to press on.

    twenty.

    sentiments

    In your life, you will meet many people. Some you will never think about again. Some you will wonder what happened to them. There are some people that make you wonder if they ever think about you. And then, there are some that you wish you never had to think about again, but you do.

     

    What's your secret?
    Send me it in a message if you don't want everyone else to see it. I'll send you one of mine back.
    :)

Wednesday, 09 December 2009

  • i dont feel anything anymore

    one.

    Whoever comes are the right people. Whatever happens is the only thing that could have. Whenever it starts is the right time. Whenever it's over, it's over.

    two.

    Some days you wake up, and you immediately start to worry. Nothing in particular is wrong, it's just a suspicion that the forces are aligning quietly and there will be trouble.
    ^I've been having a lot of those days lately.

    three.

    If I knew the last time I hugged you was going to be the last time, I would have held you closer and breathed in your scent for one extra beat. If I knew the last time I kissed you was going to be the last time, I would have lingered on your lips for a moment longer and tasted your sweetness on my tongue. If I knew the last time you held me was going to be the last time, I would have committed every dip, curve, and muscle of your body to memory, because your bony shoulder was the softest place I've ever rested my sleepy head. If I knew the last time I heard you laugh was going to be the last time, I would have recorded it so I could convince myself that I want your happiness above all else. If I knew the last time we made love was going to be the last time, I would have dug my nails deeper into your back and whispered your name a little louder, because I know you always liked that. But this caught us both off guard. I didn't know it would be the last time. And now I can't remember any of it.

    four.

    I know a lot of people know who he is, but I also know that not many of them got to see the side of him that I did. And that guy, well, I'll never forget him. Not ever. I've learned so much about life and emotion from knowing him, and I wouldn't change a thing about it. Including the way it ended. Your heart needs to go through some bumps like these every once in a while. Besides, he has made a monumental impact on my life these past few years. And I know, no matter what, my stomach will always do a little flip whenever I see that face.

    five.

    Sometimes, I feel like the heart and mind play tricks on each other. That just when you've gotten yourself convinced with one that something is what you want, the other steps in and makes you feel nothing but doubt.

    six.

    I've learned that you can never expect anything from anyone, no matter who it is. The second you expect something from someone, you're setting yourself up for heartbreak.

    seven.

    Sometimes, there is no easy way out. Sometimes, you just have to grin and bear it. Sometimes, the only escape route is to go straight through the flames, just brace yourself and bite your lip. Sometimes, you just have to sever the ties clean off. Because in every relationship there comes a point when the damage is too much, and no matter how good it once was, the memories can't sustain you. You have to save yourself, knowing all the while that it will hurt like hell. You can't keep giving something everything if you get nothing in return.

    eight.

    I saw you today and I realized just how far apart we've grown. I know I should talk to you, and ask you how you're doing, and I really wish I could. But it just occurred to me that we're strangers now. You don't know me anymore, much less want to, and that's okay. You've moved on. Everything is different now.

    nine.

    Life is the ability to feel so happy you think your insides are going to explode. It's being so upset or disappointed, you feel as if your stomach just dropped ten feet out of place. It's running so hard you can barely breathe. It's the feeling of panic when you know you've been caught doing something wrong. It's that sudden rush before you kiss someone you care about. It's opening your eyes and feeling them sting because you spent the whole night crying. It's letting people go because new ones come in, and realizing that life doesn't have a purpose unless you let it.

    ten.

    Please know that there are much better things in life than being lonely or liked or bitter or mean or self-conscious.
    We are all full of shit.
    Go love someone just because.
    I know your heart may be badly bruised, or even the victim of numerous knifings, but it will always heal. Even if you don't want it to, it keeps going. There are the most fantastic, beautiful things and people out there, I promise. It's up to you to find them.

    eleven.

    There's a part of me that wants an answer, and a part that doesn't want to know; a part of you that I'm in love with and a part that I'm willing to let go.

    twelve.

    Being vulnerable doesn't have to be threatening. Just have the courage to be sincere, open and honest. This opens the door to deeper communication all around. It creates self-empowerment, and the kind of connections with others that we all want in life. Speaking from the heart frees us from the secrets that burden us. These secrets are what make us sick or fearful. Speaking truth helps you get clarity on your real heart directives.

    thirteen.

    Each morning when I open my eyes, I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead; tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it.

    fourteen.

    Some people don't want to be saved, because saving means changing and changing is always harder than staying the same. It takes courage to face yourself in the mirror and look beyond the reflection, to find the you that should have been, the you who got de-railed by cruel childhood events, events that took your life's natural trajectory and twisted it. Changing it into something unimaginable, or even incredible.

    fifteen.

    In life, people tend to wait for good things to come to them, and by waiting, they miss out. Usually, what you wish for doesn't fall into your lap, it falls somewhere nearby, and you have to recognize it, stand up, and put the time and work it takes to get it. This isn't because the universe is cruel. It's because the universe is smart. It has it's own cat-string theory and knows that we don't appreciate things that fall in our laps.

    sixteen.

    I'm tired of looking for an answer, but being patient is a lesson that I never learned. I know we are headed for disaster. I've seen the ending, and it only gets worse.

    seventeen.

    We all lose friends. We lose them to death, to distance, and to time. But even though they may be lost, hope is not. The key is to keep them in your heart, and when the time is right, you can pick up the friendship where you left off. Even the lost find their way home when you leave the light on.


    Sorry for the odd number of quotes in this update, I couldn't find any more that I liked. There seems to be a shortage of decent quotes lately. Anyway, hope you are all well =]
    Lately, I've been feeling kind of apathetic to everything. And it frightens me.
    Actually, maybe apathetic isn't the right word. I've actually been feeling more sadness recently than I have in ages. I'm the kind of girl who very, very, VERY rarely cries. Like, the last time I cried was in June, because of a stupid boy who broke my heart. And for the last week, the smallest, most ridiculous things have been setting me off, and I feel like I have been on the verge of tears almost all the time. It's so insane, it's just not me at all, and I don't get it.

    Love you all <3

Monday, 30 November 2009

  • come back when you mean what you're saying

     [01]

    We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard, or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after and nurture it.

    [02]

    I remember every word you said, okay? I'm not that naive, and I'm not that stupid. I've been broken before; I can deal. I'm not scared of moving on with my life. What I'm scared of is that I'll realize somewhere along the way that you were my life.

    [03]

    Maybe I wasn't asking you to love me, maybe I was just asking you to understand. Because for so long, I've been hurt and for so long, you've ignored it. And maybe it is bad timing, but maybe I don't care. I've been here all along, just waiting - waiting for you to notice; waiting for you to care; waiting for you to say that you've been waiting too, but you haven't and maybe you never will. Maybe you're afraid to. But it all hurts the same, and in the end, I'm the one that's left broken and when I lay down to sleep, I'm still the one left crying. So screw the bad timing. I loved you then, like I love you now, like I probably always will.

    [04]

    I feel like I'm never going to get it - the whole package. There's always going to be a but. He likes me, but he loves her. He thinks I'm awesome, but we're just friends. We're together, but he's a million miles away. We like each other, but the timing isn't right. There's always going to be a but. It's when you finally decide that this time, it won't stop you, this time it won't hold you back - that's the time that everything falls exactly into place.

    [05]

    Why is it that all of the things that should hold us together - love, sex, creativity, talent, dreams - are the very elements that drive us apart? Why is it that the things that you would think should separate us - hate, fear, cruelty - are the very things that bind us together, keeping us from growing, keeping us from changing.

    [06]

    I'm perfectly happy being his friend. In fact, I love it. I just have this incredible urge to kiss him that doesn't go away, and this feeling that we would be perfect together.

    [07]

    Last night, I was sitting there, minding my own business, when all of a sudden, I heard that song. You know what song I mean. The song that reminds you of someone from your past, and no matter how long it's been since you've last heard it, it still strikes a nerve. So I was sitting there, and that song came on and my breath caught in my throat, and the next thing I knew, I was sitting on the floor crying my eyes out. I don't know why, but I couldn't stop. All I wanted was to back in his arms, listening to the song instead of being on the floor, crying to it.

    [08]

    If my life had a soundtrack, it would be acoustic, with songs about the way I laugh at my ability to love things that I can't have. If my life were a movie, it would be black and white with still-frames in colour and hue. The credits would say a simple phrase, like, "You aren't what you say or what you do, so don't worry so much and get on with the life you love."

    [09]

    I sent you a letter today. Well, it wasn't really a letter. It was more like a note. A one-sentence note that really didn't say anything at all. "Thanks for always believing in me." Six words. That's all it was, but there was so much more behind them. What I really meant to say was, "I love you. And I miss you. And I think about you all the time." What I really wanted to ask was, "Do you think about me late at night? Do you miss my smile or my laugh?" But none of those words made it to the paper. But that's okay, because I know that you will see them anyways. You just know me that well.

    [10]

    Yes, I knew I would see you. And yes, I did try to look my best. And yes, I did get the response I wanted. I didn't want you all over me. I wanted to show you that I had won, that I'm okay and that you're just a fool.

    [11]

    Our problem is that we hate change and love it at the same time. What we really want is for things to remain the same, but get better.

    [12]

    It scares me to think that it didn't matter to you, because it mattered a whole lot to me. It keeps me up at night wondering if I should have told you more often, because I don't think I did enough. It hurts to remember every detail of every conversation we had, because I remember the details of every day. It worries me that you're not around anymore, because I don't want to have to accept that.

    [13]

    I'm not sure what I'm thinking at this point. On one hand, I still care about you so much. I really do love you and I want things to be okay. On the other hand, I don't think we're really meant to be after all. Things were always so hard for us and you never seemed to care as much as I did. But maybe there's a chance that it could still all work out. Maybe if I tried just a little harder it would all work out the way we wanted it to. I know I should just end this right now, but I can't live with this uncertainty.

    [14]

    You know, I still wait for your messages, as sad as it may seem. I haven't given up on the thought that you might come back to me. I think about it day and night, and even in my dreams. I don't really want you anymore, I just want you to want me.

    [15]

    He reached for her hand. "I don't want to lose you." His voice was almost a whisper. She could feel the tears again and she fought them back. "But you don't want to keep me either, do you?" To that, he had no response.

    [16]

    At first, you think it's great that you're talking to him again, but then you start talking about things that happened before, bringing back old memories, and then you realize how much you really miss him, and you get to thinking that you really want him back, but you remember that he doesn't need you like you need him, and it hurts.

    [17]

    I'd give you my everything, if you'd give me yours. I know we've tried this a few times, but that was before. I'm ready if you're ready, and I'm pretty sure I am. I'm waiting here for you, but I don't know how long I can.

    [18]

    Everyone warned me. I just wanted to prove them wrong.
    They were right.

    [19]

    The truth is that I've never just been liked, loved, needed. I've only ever been used. They pulled me in and made me believe that they cared when really, really it was only when it was convenient for them that they were there in the first place. When they were feeling lonely, when their significant-fucking-other wasn't around, I was the one turned to, and I'm sick of it. I can't forgive you. I can't be your friend because you're always going to pretend you care, and then leave me lonely and in pieces.

    [20]

    It's not that I don't care about you anymore, it's that I've finally decided to get my priorities straight. I'm only putting you on my list if you can find somewhere to put me on yours.

    dearyou

Saturday, 21 November 2009

  • please turn back the time

    hey ladies, hope you're all doing well (:

    i've been super stressed/busy lately, but i am fully enjoying my 3 day weekend! i had a girls night with my besties on thursday night, lazy night doing absolutely nothing on friday, work tonight, then a party after i get off, and then tomorrow i have to go work on my seminar for english class for a couple hours. and it's just my luck that i got assigned to a group with my ex. who flirts all the time. with me. -_- but surprisingly, even though i love it in the moment, i don't dwell on it as much as i used to, or get the butterflies thinking about him anymore, so i'm pleased to say that i think i am finally getting over him :)

    one.

    After all the lies and cheating, she still keeps her head up high. She has finally realized that you're not worth it and she doesn't need you.

    two.

    So if you want to go, then go. But I won't come after you this time.

    three.

    Why did I break up with him? Well, it's like I sat down and looked at all the pieces lying on the floor and it just wasn't a puzzle anymore. None of the pieces fit together. And even if I tried really hard, the pieces, well, they were from two different puzzles. That's why I did it. He needs to know that.

    four.

    Why do we keep them under our beds, in the attic, in the back of some drawer? We could have thrown them out a thousand times, and yet there they are - old love letters written to a person we no longer are, by a hand we no longer hold.

    five.

    I'm finally worthy. Worthy of happiness, life and love. Just to live life. And be myself.

    six.

    Something that really confuses me is that when couples break up, it's like they are expected to hate one another. So many people say that they hate their former opposite, but deep down they really don't. I guess hate is just a good disguise for missing what you had and being mad for whatever reason it is that you don't have it anymore.

    seven.

    I'm sorry I'm not who you thought I was, but what's happened is in the past and all I can do is try to change. If you can't accept that, then you're not who I thought you were.

    eight.

    Everyone knows that goodbyes aren't easy, so I'm not going to say goodbye. Instead, I'm going to say thanks for all the times you made me smile, for the times you kissed my forehead and my cheek instead of my lips. Thanks for the nights you held me when it felt like my world was falling apart, and the days you told me to get back up when I didn't think I would be able to get out of bed. Thanks for holding my hand and holding it so tight, for long drives with your hand on my knee and for the nights I didn't want to end because I didn't want to let you go. Thanks for showing me that I'm stronger than I ever thought I was, for telling me that I'm beautiful, for telling me that you never wanted me to leave. I never wanted to. Thanks for letting me cry until my throat was sore, and thanks for telling me that it was going to be okay. I believe it will be.

    nine.

    I just want the world to slow down. No, I want the world to stop right now. How can time just let things fall apart? Because for me, things fall apart and they never know how to be put back together. Things will never be put back together. No matter how hard I try, I know I'm going to lose you. You're one star in the sky of a thousand, but you're the brightest one, and I know you'll fade. You'll fade until I can't find you anymore. I can't find you anymore.

    ten.

    I'm tired of looking back. I look back, and then I start to run, and then I start to crawl. I can barely look forward anymore because of that piece of me that you took when you left. I'm still looking for it.

    eleven.

    I was afraid that if I allowed him to let go of me, then I would never be held like that again. I'm afraid that I will never find another person who fits with me as well as you.

    twelve.

    I know you probably wish you never met me, but I just hope you never forget me.

    thirteen.

    How do things change so fast? How can you just walk away? How is this so easy for you? Lately, it's been harder to breathe and the pain comes on fast. This was never the way I imagined it, because I never thought you would leave. You told me you never would and I believed you. Tell me how you could be so cruel. I never even got my chance to tell you, to explain to you that I would never intentionally hurt you. I was always going to be there. I promised you I would never leave. I never will. The difference between you and I is that I'm sorry, and you never were. I'm sorry that I didn't have the opportunity to tell you how badly you ruined things for me. This isn't how it's supposed to be. It wasn't supposed to end like this.

    fourteen.

    A second chance doesn't mean anything unless you learned something from your fist.

    fifteen.

    No one understands how much he means to me. I need him to breathe and to think; I need him to keep my heart beating. They don't understand that no matter what he puts me through - all of the pain and arguing and the insecurity and the hurtful words - I could never leave him. And I could never live if he left me. They don't understand the queasy-butterfly feeling I get whenever he touches me, whenever he holds my face in his hands, the gentle caress of his words that only I can hear, the way he makes me feel like the most spectacular girl in the world. This man is my world, and yet nobody understands it but him and I. That's how it will always be: just him and me.

    sixteen.

    I'm not quite sure why it is so hard to get my point across to you. I can only try so much and I can't be the only one trying. There have been so many times that I wanted to just give up, but I held on. For what? To get disappointed once again. I'm only so strong, and even though I love you, I hate you for hurting me. You're the one who is supposed to make me smile, but instead you make me cry.

    seventeen.

    I fall asleep every night with the hope that you'll call. When I wake up in the morning, and realize that you haven't, it hurts. It hurts more than it should.

    eighteen.

    Once said, always said. I will hold the past over your head. I will speak my mind whenever I feel slighted. I am hell bent on extracting all of my revenge. Take heart, sweetheart, or I will take it from you.

    nineteen.

    And in that moment, I just wanted him to push me hard against a wall and kiss me. I didn't want to think anymore; I didn't want to question it. I just wanted to feel it. Sometimes, all we need is just to feel it.

    twenty.

    As soon as you start to have romantic feelings for someone, you're fucked. You and this person are going to hurt one another. Even if you are together for the rest of your life, you are going to feel indescribable pain. When you're in, no matter how deep, you're in.

Tuesday, 17 November 2009

  • this one's for you

    hey ladies, i know it's long, but it's really cute and i love it, so if you have time, read the whole thing :)

    regular 20 quote updates will be back soon :)

    This is to pushing on the splintered walls of the world, trying to break free.
    This is to 4 am phone calls and tears that can't be wiped away by tissues.
    This is to the cancer patient dying in the end, because she wasn't strong enough anymore.
    This is to red wine and cigarettes on the bathroom floor, to the boy that didn't love her back.
    This is to valued letters and notes that got lost in the washer, torn into a million little pieces.
    This is for unwanted help, and most needed attention; to the girls that put up away messages in hopes he'll understand.
    This is to not only the guys being heartbreakers, but the girls as well.
    This is to the victims and victimizers; to the people that couldn't help it when they bled.
    This is to those that had their hearts ripped from their sleeves.
    This is to believing every lie.
    This is to being sick to my stomach just thinking about him loving someone else.
    This is to the pain I hold in every day.
    This is to the escape I thought I found in him.
    This is to those who live with a heart that has long since been broken.
    This is to all the "What ifs?" and the wishes that'll never come true.
    This is to feeling so desperate, but cant help it, because all you want is them back.
    This is to all the words you never said and to the ones we choke on.
    This is to holding your breath in that one perfect moment and being terrified that you'll blink and it'll all be gone.
    This is to when it is all gone and you feel like you have nothing left.
    This is to realizing that it wasn't your fault. And that they're never coming back.
    This is to those who never got to say goodbye after saying something harsh before they left.
    This is to everything you thought once meant something and never did.
    This is to those who feel better aching than empty.
    This is to what didn't happen.
    This is to the tomorrows that are just another thing to get through.
    This is to how I wish I'd never come that close to loving you.
    This is to realizing that you are your own (and everyone else's) worst enemy.
    This is to those who are dying to be alive.
    This is to knowing a relationship may or may not work out, but taking the leap anyway.
    This is to sticking your finger down your throat, in hopes that they'll accept you.
    This is to every tear you've wasted on people who never cared.
    This is to sitting and waiting for your phone to ring.
    This is to being ignored and trying to being imperfectly perfect.
    This is to finding him, and holding on tight.
    This is to the girl behind that smile.
    This is to those movies and magazines, the ones that make girls stop eating, stop breathing...stop caring.
    This is to wanting to speak the most honest words you've ever spoken in your life, not knowing whether they should bring you closer to living or dying.
    This is for all of us who cry with dry eyes.
    This is for those who fall in love in their dreams, and wake up only to wish to be sleeping again.
    This is to not knowing, and this is to not wanting to know.
    This is to true love never ignited.
    This is to prose and poetry and those with tender hearts.
    This is to those who'll never get it...those who wonder where love starts.
    This is to that one person who you think is the kindest, sweetest, smartest, and most beautiful person ever.
    This is to that one person who means everything.
    This is to losing that one person.
    This is to hoping that one day, we will realize we don't have to hurt others to make ourselves feel better.
    This is to loving him, but having to say no to him.
    This is to having him in your arms again, but knowing it won't last.
    This is to those nights where you just can't sleep because every word they said to you replays, over and over.
    This is to those days when you just stay at home, because your heart is too weak to take in laughing.
    This is to those nights on the sidewalk where the two of you were the two of you again after so many years of changing.
    This is to him telling your secrets that no one is supposed to know.
    This is to the girl that puts on his jacket when she's cold. And this is to the guy that catches her smelling in his scent.
    This is to letting go just as he starts to hold on.
    This is to beautiful boys who are just beautiful friends.
    This is to the ones that sit at home, lonely, hoping to find someone just like them.
    This is to the people who constantly want to bring you down because you were successful and they couldn't come close.
    This is to the boys that turned our hearts to glass just to shatter them and use the pieces to cut the wounds a little deeper.
    This is to all the times I wish I had said no.
    This is to all the times I knew what he was doing and I ignored it.
    This is to regretting every single thing I have done.
    This is to that tingly butterfly feeling you get when they're around.
    This is to the night when feelings changed.
    This is to the broken mirror and the blood on your ankle.
    This is to the very first kiss.
    This is to eye contact: avoiding it, keeping it, trying to hide it.
    This is to feeling emotionless, and watching yourself bleed to know you still feel.
    This is to that numb feeling that comes whenever you think about him, and the past.
    This is to the girl that never gives up; this is to the boy that lets her give up.
    This is for teaching yourself how to care, when it's the last thing you want to do.
    This is to the ones who still care, reciting promises of forever.
    This is to the fish that killed off all the others in the tank and now just won't die.
    This is to being so in love that it scares you.
    This is to the words never spoken.
    This is to the fragile ones and the ones that never let them bruise.
    This is to those who attempt perfection, but know they'll never achieve it.
    This is to those who fight for the weak and the hopeless.
    This is to those who never give up on their dreams - no matter what.
    This is to the girls who pretend to be super girl, just to hide their pain.
    This is to the boys that made them hurt.
    This is for the children who cry themselves to sleep at night, wishing that their parents loved them.
    This is to those who survived and have become stronger, better people.
    This is to the girl who has to see the blood to see the beauty.
    This is to those who love that one person more then they'll ever know, and have to live everyday wondering if they really care about you too.
    This is to you.
     
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