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  • 1373459082.jpg The hottest love has the coldest end.

    I opened myself up
    I let it all out
    I told you everything
    because i had no doubts
    but now im left with nothing
    because you didnt feel the same
    all i have is a broken heart
    and im the one to be blamed
    Seeing you everyday isn't what hurts the most.. is seeing you while your starring at her that kills..

    Briuses my heal but scares are never forgotten

    Why do we sleep when the next day we wake to still live with yesterday

    Remember the feelings, remember the day My stone heart was breaking
    My love ran away

    So I say goodbye
    To everything I thought I knew
    To Everything I thought of you
    To the love I thought was true
    To every one of the chances I blew
    So I whisper It one last time
    'goodbye I love you...'
    and slowly pull the triger

    My heart is broken
    torn in two
    my world fell apart
    all because of you

    There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.

    My knight and *SHINING* armor turned out to be a LOSER in alluminum foil...

    How come whenever i think i'm standing strong, you somehow pull me back down

    Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.

    It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.

    They say that you can't lie to yourself, well I told myself I wouldn't fall in love with you...and here I am

    Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

    Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.

    Every nite i ask god to make me feel nothing but love ,but if you really think about it love is nothing but pain

    Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

    Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.

    If you would be loved, love and be lovable.

    I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.

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