Killing me softly
Go ahead, break my heart. I'm used to It
Im in love, I'm broken, I'm mistaken I'm sorry. I'm depressed and yet utterly happy. There's nothing wrong with me, only you.
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Do you remember when you never had to hide your arms or legs? Do you remember when you were happy? Do you remember when you were happy with your body? Do you remember when you actually wanted to live and looked forward to waking up in the morning? Don’t you miss that, just a little bit?
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4/30/12 — 2:17pm
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