If you want leave? Just leave. I will let you go, and pretend like you had never come.
I used to it,
I don't cry over who left me in the middle of the road, specifically because they never give me the merest enough quantity of affection and a subtle hint of purple of their sincerity towards me.
No one could have burned my heart for their departure except him because I saw sincerity into his glistening creamy brown eyes.
I'd lost the most special person in my life so don't think you were special as much as him. You weren't sincere.
In fact, I honestly regret on the good things I gave to you cause all you'd given me is pain. My condolences, I had nothing left for you or for somebody else.
I stopped falling in love.
YOU ARE READING
Psychopath.
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