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Kimmii K.
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You think she's so good but she's a mess to boot
You don't really want to know me.

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I want To travel to Venice.
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I want To return to the U.S.A.
I want Real Love.
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I want To make them sorry.

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Tuesday, May 10, 2011

If you ever find yourself in love with two people, always go with the second one.If you were really, truly, undeniably in love with the first one, you wouldn't have fallen for the second one.

I never thought about it that way. Hurts too much though, if you were on the losing end. You would have thought he or she would fight for your love and stay with you.

After everything. I still love him. After the fights, the broken promises, and the broken hearts. I still love him.

I wish things went back to how they were.

Not really.

Do you know what love is? Love was me forgiving you time and time again. Love was me saying 'No more', yet giving you another chance the next time. Love was me holding you and weeping as you hurt me. Love was me crying every night and praying things would get better. Love was me putting up with your lies. Love was me imagining our future. Love was me hoping that one day, God would sort it all out. Love was me hoping that one day, you would appreciate the things I've done for you. Love was me wanting to be your only one. Love wasn't about what you bought for me, or the money spent on me. Love was supposed to be about the simple things you did. The lies, the things you hid from me, the hurt you caused me, made everything disappear.

But still, I stayed because I loved you.

That was the last straw and I'm happy to be free now. Now, I know that one day, somebody would love me, truly and deeply.

With all the truth he can muster from the very soul of his heart.


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