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Leave Me Alone. . .
Dear heart, I met a boy today. . . Prepare to shatter. Lots of Love
It's funny how someone can break your heart, Yet you can still love them with all the little peices you scooped up in a dust pan from the ground they were stabbed and stepped on. . .
Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go. - Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
