You don't love me, big fucking deal
I'll never tell you how I feel
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[i]You don't love me, big fucking deal[/i]
<font size="2px"><blockquote>I'll never tell you how I feel</blockquote></font></div>
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The feeling was dank and eerie, a cacophony of manic noises echoed in the background like a soundtrack to a horror movie, it played on constant repeat, as if a broken phonograph was stuck on the same part of a cracked record. She wasn’t quite sure where they were coming from and she certainly didn’t want to know. <font color="b29b95">"Hey let's go! We can’t stay here"</font>
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