Maybe we can start again. I miss your hands entangled in mine. When I see you I don't think you feel the same. I'm feeling sorry for myself. I keep pointing fingers but they always point back at me. Will I ever be alright. Am I just a low life. Girl I love you I loved you never.
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Author:
Sadboi (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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