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Friday, February 19, 2010

Cry me out,

(make me strong, THIS, is me.)

When I found out how you messed me about, I was broken. Back then I beleived you, but now I don't need you no more. You'll pick on your fault, 'cause you weren't alone, she was with you, yeah. Now I couldn't care, bout who, what or where.
We're through.

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