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I cannot put into words my irritation. It is unfathomable at the moment.
I don't jump in front of the bus anymore and I won't put myself out there to be hurt again.
My door is always open, but I'm not darkening yours any longer.
I cannot put into words my irritation. It is unfathomable at the moment.
I don't jump in front of the bus anymore and I won't put myself out there to be hurt again.
My door is always open, but I'm not darkening yours any longer.