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Wednesday, March 17, 2010

"it's can't be her. It's not her. She not that kind of person. She would never say such a thing. I know. I know her. "

but you're so wrong .

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I had to lie to make it all better. I don't mind losing this. This is best. Best for us.
I can feel my heart aching when I told myself that. It's her. But I can't tell you. "I hate you," you murmered.
Right at that moment, I felt everything about us - all the memories, the late night calls, the games , the messages , the way you used to be -shatter into pieces.

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