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In the year of the pig;
Friday, November 12, 2010
Refuse
The tables have turned.
I like you, I want you.
But I refuse to get myself into deep and too attached to you.
And I refuse to let anyone be responsible for my own happiness.
I refuse.
So that you cannot HURT me again. I refuse.
On a lighter note: I CAN'T STAND BITCHES.
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