oh, love, how quickly you’ve turned to hate. i hate you, liar. making love to me, talking love to your pregnant ex from forever ago, having sex with 2 (maybe 3) of your friends on the low. going through changes with me, for what? you don’t love me. i need to love me.
sigh. no more, i’m good without love.
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