when you told me you missed me i worked myself up to believe it meant you really did, every day with every hurtful thing you do i find it so much easier to dislike you that bit more.
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- rundontwalk
- -Time passes incredibly slow when you're waiting for someone, something, anything. But with hope infecting our hearts, we wait. Patience also endures in our minds, although the doubt in our gut wants us to retreat.
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