I look at the photo album, Those great memories we had together. The good times. I will never forget them. But yet I want to so badly. You left. You walked out of my life. I hate you for it. But you chose to. Youre never coming back, Even if you beg. |
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love - fancy - adore - devoted to - fond - keen - makes me weak - crave - need
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