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yeaa, that pretty much sums it up.
it's a hate love sort of thing, I just can't help it.
I can't make up my mind because one day it's good and the next it's not.
You've destroyed my insides.
I don't know what love is, never did apparently.
I do know that it's a mutual thing and it's not just an empty three word phrase.
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this isnt bout me is it...?
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