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Teh one I thought I loved was just a faded piece of happiness...I should have known a person like me couldn't be happy. I've been used to much and I'm sick of it...I don't want to be just another pretty face to you...I want more. I want personality and everything and you'd still think of me when I was mad at you...When I cry its because of you. When I'm lonely its because I'm missing you...When you're gone there are pieces nu one can pick up but the right one after. It's far from over..We're gone. Separated. Nu longer what we use to be together...We're complete strangers to each other...