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She loves me not

After she left I started pulling petals off of a rose. I don't think she really loved me but that's just how it goes. You can tell that I'm dying inside because when you see me it glows. So as I started pulling the petals off y'all ....I had to keep my eyes closed. One after another I unwillingly tore. You would think I'd be good at this already because it's happened before. But all I can think about right now is how much it hurt when she walked out of my door. And her yelling back to me "I hate you and I don't love you no more!!!!" So now my tears start to follow the rose petals straight to the floor. I'm half way there and it's got my broken heart just a racing. Because of her moving on without me ...O God the unthinkable task that I'm facing. She's the kind of girl that every guy will soon be all over and chasing. Just thinking about it right now has got me crying, pulling petals, hoping ,and pacing. I'm down for the count ya'll and my petals are few. She'll never come back to me this wishful thinking with rose petals is all I can do! They say time heals all wounds but damit it's only been four days since she said ....."Its over we're through!!!" Making me feel so dead inside that I wish in the hell I was blue!!!! With only three pedals to go I started sweating cause my body was getting clammy and hot. My vision's blurry from too many tears and I can't breath with a nose full of snot. And even after everything she's done to me I still really really miss and love her a lot. Now with two petals to go I pull one and say "She loves me !" but OMG y'all I guess she forgot. And so the last words that I said right before I hit the floor so hard you would think I was shot. Was...... " Awww she loves me not !!!!!!"

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