At that bar where we met, while I'm here in our bed

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A few days after our first fight we got into another fight. He did not want me to go and hang out with my friends so I yelled at him that they were my friends and that they mean a lot to me and he said that I don't truly love him and I didn't say anything I just stayed quiet. so he left and slammed the door. I started to cry hoping he would come back and just hug me and tell me everything will be alright. But he didn't come back. I got up and went to our bed and cried myself to sleep, regretting what I didn't say. Maybe he wasn't my prince charming.

-Max

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