Him-from personal experience
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Son yayınlanan Cum, Tem 15, 2016
All of these poems were made by me based on what I have experienced or felt at that time. I share them to help inspire and help others who might be in the same position as I was/am. Thank you all so much and thank you MJB, I love you so much--update-- I never loved you
March 17, 2016
»I'm having second thoughts on our 4th monthsary, forgive me.
March 18, 2016
»Nevermind, I just said yes to being your girlfriend
After March 25+
»I don't love him, I don't.
I never did--continue--
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