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Sunday, 5 September 2010
07:11:39 PM (GMT)
i've got something to say about aaron.
and then, i'm completely done.
but i must say it because i don't want others getting hurt and falling in his trap.
i feel bad for the poor souls that still don't see through his stupid veil.
don't trust him.
if he tells you he loves you,
say, and who else?
if he promises you anything,
say, no you don't.
if he swears he's telling the truth,
say, no you're not.
if he asks why you won't believe him,
say, meredith told me.
all the time.
he's made of empty promises.
every single girl he likes gets the same garbage from him.
he swears he loves you, you're the only one. he's never loved anyone like this
he wants to call you late at night, he wants to hear your voice.
you'll live in his beach house, you'll get married, you'll have kids.
but you won't.
hey, aaron, remember when you said i was a goody-two-shoes?
and i tried to deny it?
well, i take that back.
i am most definitely a goody-two-shoes.
because at least that means i've never done what you did to me.
now i'm finished.
crucify me for this.
i just don't care.
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