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"I should have loved you," he whispered to no one. "Should have

"I should have loved
you,"

he whispered to no
one.

"Should have been there for you, should have cared the way
you cared about me.

-The Suicide
Story.

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posted April 5, 2015 at 1:05pm UTC tagged with story, witty, quotes, suicide, wittians, throwback, quote

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i always change my mind about everything except the passwords i have been using since i was 10 years old
I feel like no one plays The Game anymore.

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