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You know what amazing…you speak of your age and me not wanting to be with you-sex wise-
But when you are hurt, you forget the million times you hurt me, constantly, on a consistent
time. I’m tired of asking you the same questions!
“Are you coming?” I would ask.
“You’re sure!” I ask again.
“Yes…! I’m coming! And if you ask me one…more… time…! I’m not coming
anywhere again!”
That’s your favorite line. You must ask yourself-How much she’ll take. Does she love me that
much? I’m tired! And fed the hell up! It’s time you take a look at yourself.
You hurt people with no remorse! No apology! No calls! Not even a simple text! I sometimes
wonder if you can read.
Try to do something!
I’m too young to put up with your BS. I don’t want anyone else… but you’re forcing my hand.
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