November 2010
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Four years of my life;
I’ve spent on you. Wondering, worrying, loving, missing. All of its been for nothing.
You treat me badly at every turn. Every time you come back and I think things have changed, but you never fail to disappoint me.
I know you’ll see this. And I know you’ll be angry. But you have no right to be. I’ve tried and tried. I’ve cried more than I care to admit....