From the Dead Girl

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song; not the only one by sam smith

I READ OVER THE note I found folded in a pair of my shoes thirty minutes ago for the sixth time.

February 11th, 2014

I went to go see him again, today. His wife was at work so that gave him the perfect opportunity to have his dirty way with me in the kitchen.

I should feel bad, right? Having to be the other women? But honestly, I love him so much, I really don't care about the rest.

He was apart of me and I knew somewhere deep inside, I was apart of him, too.