Monday, February 21, 2011

your words cut me like a knife, and with the tears you caused, the blood will rip off my skin.

the words you used to describe me are bouncing around in my head like a ball, hitting every nerve. cheating, lieing, stealing slut. but your right, you could never handle me, we both knew that from the start. and throughout our relationship you always reminded me i was never going to be good enough for you.

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