Each Tear Tells A Story.
My Story Just Keeps Growing.

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Haveing your boyfriend brake up with you and say "we can still be friends" is like your dog dieing and your mom telling you "you can keep him"

My best times go out to the nights that turned into mornings and the friends that turned into family.