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I love Samir Nasri, the bloody cute #8 Arsenal footballer. Fullstop, period.
No one else kkkkkkk k k k kkk k k kk k kkk kk k kk kkkk.
Should've known better. Why did I let myself.. shouldn't have let myself.
Fell so deep in it, hit the ground too hard.
Now I'm just hurt all over again.
Like Ker said, what for I think so much about it when he's not even thinking about it at all?
Fuck. This hurts.
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