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June 22, 2012
Why am I fighting for something that was never mine? Why do I care what he thinks if he doesn’t care what I think? He has me wrapped around his finger, following his every move, hanging on his every word.

His eyes are what caught me first. I never thought that brown and yellow made such a pretty color. When we hug, his large arms make me feel safe. I want to get over him but it’s hard to get over something that never existed.





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