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It hurts... It hurts as much. It was supposed that you don't care about me and I never mind you. But now i feel like I was been screaming all the time and no one can hear me. Why? I mean... Why I feel like this. I don't love you, don't love me, so... Why I feel like a lot of knifes are hurting my? Break me down... Because I fucked up one more time.
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