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Friday, November 27, 2009 @12:21 AM

The Hypocrite & the Whore
I honestly cannot believe that he would go so far as to call me a whore and then turn around and do basically the same thing with her. Her--

my (ex)best friend, the girl that I'm still in love with. Hopelessly. In. Love. With.

Does anyone else understand why I'm upset by this? That there are how many millions of other women in the world and he runs straight to her?

He's listened to me cry over her how many nights in the last two years... yet he doesn't understand at all how much it hurts me to see them together, me completely out of the picture.

Stupid fucking boy.

& PROFILE

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18 December 1992.
i do not capitalize when i write poetry.

& LOVES

Family.
Friends.
Mitch.
Boys.
Pretty girls.
A drug-free world.
Kisses on the forehead.
Slipknot, Metallica, & Mozart.
Hugs.
Touch&beTouched.
Love&beLoved.

& SPEAK
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