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i punch people and slap their ass.

And it feels like I am just too close to love you
Thursday, August 8, 2013, 12:50 AM

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Torn between being me and being heartless.

Being me.
I'd say and hope you're alright. Come back. I still need you.

Being the other half.
I don't see a point being there for you anymore. When there's others who could do that for you. I wanna be on my own.

Sigh.

You know I'm not one to break promises,
I don't want to hurt you but I need to breathe.
At the end of it all, you're still my best friend.