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                          | today i feel torn between really liking someone and knowing nothing can come of it...and being with someone and not caring that nothing is going to come of it...wishing that the one i was with was the other i can't have... 
 ...why'd you have to be so good...i wish i could just hate you but all i want to do is be with you...
 
 ...i made my own bed again and now i must lie in it...
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