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i have a confession that i think might make me feel a whole lot better.
for christmas i got a ring, and a poem. the ring said 'and know that i am' and he wrote a poem to go along with it. and it was a beautiful poem. but i can't find it, it might have been thrown away, or it might be someone where i won't be able to find it for years. and i felt terrible about it. but now, i don't because none of it was true. because i don't have the ring either, because i don't have him. because only two months later he took it all back. it said 'look at me and know that i am in love with you' and i did, i looked at him and knew that he loved me and it didn't make a damn bit of difference. it didn't matter. so i guess the poem doesn't matter either, or the ring. it was just a lie i was told, and i deserve someone who loves me.
for christmas i got a ring, and a poem. the ring said 'and know that i am' and he wrote a poem to go along with it. and it was a beautiful poem. but i can't find it, it might have been thrown away, or it might be someone where i won't be able to find it for years. and i felt terrible about it. but now, i don't because none of it was true. because i don't have the ring either, because i don't have him. because only two months later he took it all back. it said 'look at me and know that i am in love with you' and i did, i looked at him and knew that he loved me and it didn't make a damn bit of difference. it didn't matter. so i guess the poem doesn't matter either, or the ring. it was just a lie i was told, and i deserve someone who loves me.