Perks of being dumped
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Última publicación jue, jul 9, 2015
Hi guys! It's funny thing how I just write my frustrations. Just support my fcking corny inspiration on how I write those things.
This story is for Open minded people only. So if you're not? I you are an immature, back off. If you're an innocent, try this to pull off to read this to widen your immature brain.
Perks of being dumped..
I was loved.
I feel you own my world.
I thought..
You are the one whom I'll be together infront of the isle.
Saying vows.
Until the fcking promises of saying I do.
And you may kiss the asshole bride..
But one day..
It's just one of my imaginations..
WE'RE DONE. IT'S ALREADY DONE.
EIGHTEEN MONTHS.
YOU OWNED ME.
I GIVE YOU ALL I CAN GIVE.
I FCKING GIVE YOU ALL YOU NEED.
I FCKING LOVE YOU EVEN THOUGH, I KNOW, I'M TORTURING MYSELF.
IT'S JUST THE FACT,
THAT I FCKING LOVE YOU.
Perks of being dumped.
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