The worst day ever was the day I met you my "heart breaker", my friend, my advice giver. I wish I'd never met you things surely would be fine. I really don't miss you when you're not here, I never have and never will. I'm sorry if I break your heart, but nothing hurt worse the day you crossed my mind, you blurred my vision, my sense of sight, you made me straight up blind. I never meant to lie, but I did there for awhile. If I sent you mixed messages I'm now out of your range I wish I could stay out forever, but time ceases to end. I'd mend your heart if you'd go away, stay away for real. Not petty this or petty that "I have a broken hand." I refuse to ever say that I did love you 'til the end and nor were you my other shoe.
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