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i wish i could cry with u

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because if we were together we

wouldn't be sad

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so not too long ago, i thought i was not the jealous kind at all�- alright, screw that, i thought i had never felt jealousy in my whole life. and i guess it makes sense, because i didn't give a shit about anyone, so they could do whatever the fuck they wanted and i didn't mind, in fact i didn't care for one bit. even when i had boyfriends, thinking about them with other girls didn't "make my heart sink" or fucking hurt my feelings, but then again, i don't think i had any. it was always like that. and i was glad. seeing chicks break up with their boyfriends becayse they had a dream last night and in it, the nigga cheated on her, that makes my heart sink. i didn't understand what it was like. and then, casually, you came into the picture and changed it all, fucked with my brain, played with my weak-ass heart. i'd kill you if homicides weren't considered as life-sentenced crimes, just for my�own sake, because i'm an egoistical girl who thought had no feelings at all. yeah bitch, you thought.

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