He's probably sleeping, peacefully with no idea how deep his words cut deep into my soul. I thought he loved me and wanted what was good for me but he's like them all, a selfish mother fucker. I really thought this would be different but here I am at 03 30 in the morning crying myself to sleep and I can't even sleep. I'm really bad at love and more importantly I'm really bad at choosing partners.
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