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Saying goodbye is hard to do even though you hurt me. I'll always love you more than you'll know, but you say "I'm history." You don't talk to me anymore. We can't even be friends. I try to talk to you about it, but you say "It depends." I meant it when I said "I love you," and you said you'd love me the same. Though you lied and said I was the one, late at night you whisper some other girl's name. |
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