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My worst winter,

October 22, 2008
By Anonymous

If I wanted to, it would have been over with a long time ago. Him, me, us. It would have been over. But over and over again I forgave him. Him. He, he was everything to me. Just thinking about him makes me want to scream. Scream; scream to the world that he was just like the others. How could he be so hot and cold? Somewhere along this road I lost my soul. it, he, he was my worst winter.


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