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It does not get any better no matter what I tell myself.
I discover a note in my locker and I realize your handwriting.
There were hope and warmth rising in my heart. My heart was ready to be put together once again.
Finally, a note from you to say sorry.
I had a stupid smile plastered on my face as I slowly open it savoring the moment.
I hope you enjoyed your little hookups with these boys or should I say foul breath fat cows? Because they smell and look like you, little slut. It read.
