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04.22. 2009 You don’t know how much I love you, Yet, at the same time, you don’t know how much you’ve hurt me. And I’d be a fool, because this wouldn’t be the second, nor third, not even fifth chance I’ve made for you. Chances being handed out so willingly, And you take them with broken promises. I fell for you and it was hard on my ass Guess that’s when I realized you didn’t even attempt to catch me, Or is my fault ‘cause I fell so fast? Whatever the reason or the excuse, As many times as I said I love you You never once said, “I love you too!”
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Jenee
SIMPLY PUT: I am an Artist! In every aspect, or atleast I'd like to think so. I love the arts...of any kind. It began with poetry and then expanded to a world unknown. "If you would not be forgotten, either write things worth reading or do...
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