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My Cold, Sad Life.

My Cold, Sad Life.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Aug 18, 2012
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Poetry
These are raw thoughts and feelings that express me and what I believe. If you don't agree with me then that is your opinion, i will not try to change your opinion.
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"Pao, How to make you believe me. I really didn't do anything hurt to you." Boun became irritable and angry because of his anxiety and helplessness. Prem feels that the two will quarrel if this continues. He is too tired now, and he wants to rest and leave. "New is waiting for me downstairs," Prem said, picking up his backpack and leaving. Boun got even more excited when he heard New's name. Hold on to Prem and don't let him go. "I won't let you go." "You have no right to control me." "Why not? You can be mad at me, but how can you go with New. It's not like you don't know he likes you, are you trying to give him a chance to take advantage of it?!" "New is not what you think. He is my good friend and I know him well." "You can't go anyway. I don't allow you to be alone with him." The more Boun said, the more emotional he became, and he reached out to grab Prem's backpack, trying to prevent Prem from leaving in this way.

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