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and you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest. i`m a crumpled up piece of paper lying here, cause I remember it all, all, all, too well
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They say all`s well that ends well, but I`m in a new hell every time. You double-cross my mind. You said if we had been closer in age maybe it would`ve been fine. AND THAT MADE ME WANT. TO. DIE.