I know you love me.
Whatever you or everyone else say, I made you love me. Underneath that crass, cunning, crookedly captivating smile of yours, I made you love me.
Thing only thing is... I don't know how much.
I just think if I leave, I don't think you love me enough to make me stay.
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
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