The Art Of Letting You Go

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Karma can be such a bitch.

Elliot Rollins

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I'm me because of what has happened, what I have done and who I love. I like that person. That me. MESS and ALL.

Aria Montgomery

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I wanna be with somebody who thinks about me the first thing in the morning & the last thing at night.

Spencer Hastings

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How can I move on, when all my songs, in my playlist, was the songs that always we played in your car. We listen together, we love it all. I sing in all the way home, you hear I sing along. And you don't care. Even if my voices such a mess. You just made a weird comment about the singer, Justin Bieber was the one of them. Not me. -Story about him-

UPR

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Heartbreak.

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I was listening "Welcome To New York" by Taylor Swift... In his car. Then he said "wow, I love this song" and I said "yes me too, she's my fav singer" -Story about him-

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Why you let me taste the best feeling, when you know you can't give it to me for forever?

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I'm still crying when I chat with other guys, and all I think is still you. Like an idiot. Insane. Crazy.

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Love your blog :)

Waw... Thanks

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Fucking true.

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The funny things about break ups

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Quotes

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Yes, it's not my heart. Just control your mind.

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You.

I still cry. In the night. In my room. Alone. Think about you. Our memories fly in my head. Don't wanna stop. They just running, flying, laughing. Laughing over me. Laughing because I'm the one who get hurt. By you. I touch my self like you touch me. I touch my lips like you kiss me. I hold my hands like you clutch mine. Imagine your face. Imagine your hands. Imagine your smile. Imagine your eyes. Imagine your body. Imagine your voice. Imagine your hair. Imagine you. Every second. Like I'm crazy. Insane. Psycho. Cray cray. I still can feel you. Your perfume. Your touch. Your laugh. In everything I do. I remember you. Until now. And it's been 5 weeks since the last day we met. It's been 4 weeks since we broke up. And I still don't get any explain from you. You just left. You don't looking for me. It's just over. End. Do you remember that we actually still have plan? Watching movie. The Civil War. And our other plan. Much. I'm in my room. Still thinking about you. At night. When I sleep. Still dream about you. I see your face before I sleep. In the night. I see your face when I wake up. In the morning. Still feel lonely. Because usually, you always check on me. Always. Like every second. And I'm never complaining. Even if I'm busy. And you too. Where are you actually? Did you ever miss me? After all this time? When can I see you again? I miss you so much. I miss us. I'm so sorry.