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You’ll be okay. I promise.
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I'm not the girl that you'll find at all the high school football games. I'm the girl that you'll find at the mall, looking like an idiot.
You’re wrong!
I swear to god, everything you do is wrong. I fell for you. How could I? More importantly, how could you? You knew how I felt, and you just played along. You would always talk shit about the one person that meant more to me than family, and the second I say something about your ex, you decide that you don’t want to love me anymore and all you want from me is sex. Well guess what; I’ve cried over you for too long and it’s time now to stop moping over such a worthless piece of shit. I just love the fact that you pretend to be my friend just to try to get me to suck your dick in public. Well, no dear. It won’t happen. Frankly, you’re a sick and twisted person. Just take your Puerto Rican ass back to where you came from, and stop messing with my head. I’m sick of you and all your bullshit. You’ve put me through hell and now I’m making my comeback. I’m so done with you. Hope your happy. See you tomorrow in class “bud”(:
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You’ve got me stuck in here, dying to get out.
