I'm done

May 17, 2014

I thought you owned my heart, my eyes were so niave that you would be the one,

but truth is,

you're not.

You're nothing but a distraction that I thought I was in love with

in love with for 3 years

3 years, hoping that one day I'll win your heart.

But truth is,

I'm done.

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