Nothing On Me ~Tyga Love Story~
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I quickly made my way out the room getting one last glance at ----- and then I was out. It sucked that I was never going to see them again. I did love them more then anything but with that love also came too much pain.
As I was walking down the hallway, tears started to leave my eyes.
At first it was a few tears that slid down my cheeks but before I knew it there was waterfalls coming out of my eyes.
My tears and sobs became so powerful I was barely able to walk. I turned a corner then stopped and leaned against a wall letting the tears flow.
All the memories flowed back heavily. I felt like it was a slideshow of when my life became a living hell.
The worse the memories got, the harder I cried and it was so bad that my knees became weak to the point I could barely hold myself up. I slowly slid down the wall and let the tears fall. I knew some of my makeup was smearing but that was the least thing I cared about right now. All I could think about was the importance of me getting as far away from them as possible for the better of me and my son.
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