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Tuesday, May 31, 2011 9:02 AM

I’m afraid . I’m afraid he doesn’t really love me as much as it seems . The things he does with me , he’s probably done with many other girls . Maybe I’m just another one of them . Everytime he kisses me , I can’t help but think about how many other girls has he kissed . Everytime he tells me he loves me , I can’t help but think how many other girls he has said that too . It hurts , it literally hurts . It bothers me to learn new things about him and his past with girls . I’m never going to admit it , but it does .

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