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Saturday, December 13, 2008 by Emma

I had a dream where you said you loved me. "I love you". When I woke up those words stung more than anything. I don't think you'd ever feel that way and even if you did I don't think you'd tell me.

Take me by the hand and tell me you'd take me anywhere..

The drunken wisdom of this entry will be gone in the sober tomorrow.

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