January 2010
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You don't know how many times I have wished for...
You don’t know that I loved you. You don’t know that I lost the will to live because of you. You don’t know that I am still protective of you. You don’t know that I am still surprised when people tell me you love me. I don’t plan on telling you. Or anyone else.
I could play games with you. I could screw you over the way you did to me.
But I won’t. As badly as...