Sorry Quote #6985034
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I'm sick, I'm tired, but even still, the pain I'm feeling in

I'm sick, I'm tired, but even still, the pain I'm feeling in my heart is a thousand times worse and its that pain that's keeping me awake right now.

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Caitlyn* 9 years ago

Are you and Taylor okay? I'm here to talk.

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jacob_ftw 9 years ago

You should go on chat sometime soon

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jacob_ftw 9 years ago

I guess my phone liked your comment twice :p it glitched out bad... Anyway I really wish we could talk ... I don't know what I would say, but right now even just saying hello would make me happier.

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Caitlyn* 9 years ago

I'm not allowed to see you until I stop crying every night.

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Caitlyn* 9 years ago

Are you guys still together?

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posted May 6, 2014 at 1:19am UTC tagged with sorry, painful, guilt, quote

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