Friday, November 25, 2005

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Jerk jerk jerk.

You do this because you think I'll always be there, huh? You think I can never let go. You think that you don't hurt me when you totally blow me off like that. You know what? I hate it. I don't hate you. I hate what you do when you have a girl. I hate it.

You're a jerk. I don't know why I hang on, but I love you. I love you like a brother, but you've hurt me so many times.

One day I'm not going to be there, kid, and I hope you miss me.

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