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| i don't love him like he deserves. i don't love him like he loves me.
but he's enough. nearly perfect. but i keep hoping for something better.
someone not so depressed. someone who loves children.
i keep hoping my ex- will mature to his level and then come back to me. he promised we'd be friends always, but he lied. it kills me. i have no one to tell my secrets to, b/c they're all about you. |
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