Stained

Stained

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"There is nothing between us. And never will. I loved you Kevin Walters, I trusted you. I cared about you. But you threw it all back to my face. You made me realize I was stupid. My friends warned me, my parents never agreed, but I ignored everything and everyone for you. You are fucking disgusting." I fell apart. My face was stained with tears. I let them fall, and it was like I was letting everything out. I was tired. "You are just trash, which I will never remember. Which I just forgot. I don't love you, and you never loved me." I said, my voice low. "Goodbye Kevin. And goodluck with life." _________________________________________ She got carried away by love, at a tender age of life. She didn't know she was letting herself drown. She went against her family, and friends. But she couldn't see anything. And that was her mistake. And it was too late when she saw the world infront of her. When she did, she was publically defamed, lost all her friends and her own self-respect. But no one knew someone was pressurizing her, and he was a bitch. W A R N I N G > Bad languages are used. > Unexpected scenarios
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