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It's Really Over
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Ongoing, First published Jan 08, 2016
It is almost a day and a week since we've talked, and I must say, it quite feels nothing, what I mean is that I don't think of you that much, unlike before that I could go crazy thinking of you every minute of every hour. And I think that's you're hoping for me, and it's going pretty good. As usual you're coming into my mind frequently, honestly during weekends, when I'm so vacant, your insensitive talking comes into my head and here we goes the blaming, but it always end with a conclusion that you don't want me anymore, like REALLY, AND IT IS THE MAIN POINT HERE, YOU DON'T LOVE ME AND WANT ME ANYMORE. 

What is I want is a closure, just once, and ypu can rid me out of your life, as you ever wanted long before ago, since I'm a bitch, slut and even a manwhore. 

And I want to hook up with you for many last times. I'm so dry up here. 

Not for love, go for LUST!
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