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It seems like people always want the truth, but never want to

It seems like people always want the truth, but never want to be honest.

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summerbutterfly

posted January 28, 2013 at 1:23pm UTC tagged with inspirational, hope, honesty

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If you don't know what you have until it's gone, you don't deserve it to begin with. Honestly, I couldn't do it anymore. I trusted you both with my entire life. You both had such a huge piece of me and then you two go and do this... I want nothing to do with the both of you. To this day I'm waiting for some of my stuff back from you. You know something? I am mad, I'm madder than heck that you think after everything I did for you, you turn around and do this. This is why I can't trust people. You are the very reason. I can't stand how you can come in to peoples' lives, use them and then ruin them for your own gain. I have never hated anyone in my life, not anyone, until you, I hate you. No one can comprehend why I hate you so much... and the simple reason: you couldn't even say sorry. You couldn't even just apologize and talk to me about it. 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