Every time I think you're over it, you change your mind. I think I'm done with it all, but some how you draw me back. I know one time I really will leave because each time I decide I'm gone, it'd getting more and more definite. When that happens, you're going to realize what you had, and you're going to miss it.
love, savannah
7.03.2013
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