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daxle
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I say to myself don't do it if he wanted to talk to you he would talk to you instead he just reads your fucking diary I say to myself what's the point it'll only make me feel bad as we talk like strangers and I know he doesn't want to see me but I miss him and I have no one to talk to about it some aren't around some would be jealous but mostly, they just don't sympathize I wonder what I'll do I wonder when I'll forget
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henry_wadsworth_longfellow
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dear daxle - "Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; They fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary."
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daxle
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that was a long time ago dear longfellow, and lots of days must be dreary (a very ambiguous and pointless statement, like yours)
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silentbob
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you'll be my valentine
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sweetheart of the song tra bong
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silentbob stole my words but I love it. tonight for me translates to tomorrow to you
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little wonder
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sometimes it feels this way
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020327
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what's it to you?
who
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