Someone I Use To Love

Someone I Use To Love

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"Jasmine, I'm sorry" he cried getting down on his knees pleading. I continued to pack my things, putting my clothes in my pink and blue suitcase. "Please, dont leave me" I looked at him and saw pure regret, remorse, guilt, and hurt. I wanted to jump into his arms and forgive him but i just couldn't. What I just saw was unforgivable. Once i was done i putting all my clothes in my suitcase, i zipped it up and stood up with my suitcase in my hand. "JASMINE NO, Im sorry. Im sorry. IM SORRY" He repeated. "SORRY, THATS ALL YOU SAY. Jasmine im sorry. Sorry about that. SORRY,SORRY,SORRY. Im tired of that word and I'm tired of your bullshit. I walked into the hallways past him, but i felt two warm arms wrap around my legs preventing me from moving. "Jasmine , ill do anything. I didn't mean to hurt you" He said with his arms still grasped around my leg. "Fucking two of my Best friends and
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