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Dear 11 (2009)



Dear 11

The one that made me smile,
is now opening my wounds. 
You won't let me heal.
I'm getting weaker,
You are cutting deeper.
Everything that we had,
Friendship and Trust.
But you're the reason why all of my tears are falling now.
It hurts.

I need you to be my friend.
I need you in my life. 
I'm sorry for bothering you,
I'm sorry for being glued to your side all the time,
and I'm sorry for being jealous.

 I want you,
but I don't need you...
Unfortunately,
I'm Needy. 

-Belle Rose

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