I hate you, Peter because despite your happiness, you always get what's mine. Even if you don't want it or mean to...you do. Everything is just handed right from me to you and I'm hoping you'll soon realize wrong from right. It's beginning to get to me. I'm beginning to think that there's a reason...for everything.
Heart broken and jealous in Los Angeles
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