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The acids in my stomach threaten to erupt out of me when I think of him with someone else.  I see the color of the sky at dusk and think of him.  I think of how overly confident he is with himself,
I dont believe in love.Wait actually, I dont believe love exists.Just look at the world. People rape. People kill.We pollute. We bully.People hurt eachother.We hurt ourselves.
What the hell man?I gave you my heart, And you crushed it in your hand. You tore it apart.
        the wind blew through my hair as cars below whizzed by. he held my hand and was looking in the same direction as i, out on the free way, mere feet away rom where we stood.
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