Bottled Up

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Parts 4
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Reads 137
Votes 5
Parts 4
Time 9m

Bottles, bottles. Sending letters when I don't even know how to read or write. Ha. Funny how I thought I could get away with it for so long, when the truth was, it was only a matter of time..All Rights Reserved

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"Am so exhausted and angry those fools had the balls to cheat on me, my so called best friend and boyfriend of 3years but really am gonna make them pay"I continue walking home from my car straight to my apartment thinking of very many ways to destroy those two but unfortunately I can not am a good person will just pretend like I don't know them.

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❝as if.❞ ⤷in which this isn't poetry but leftover sadness. [poetry] {completed} (#135 in poetry 12/27/17)

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