it had started to
rain
, but
we
didnt
care
every
word
that
was
spoken
held
onto
the air
when you call me a slut and a whore to my face and talk bad about me in your diary...it makes me wonder why i ever [[still]] love[d] you.
ps. fuck you chris.
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3:39 p.m. on 2003-03-24
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