"Pushed in a closet, locked up tight, done for money, kept out of sight, no more tweets or 'I love you's, just small hints and a couple of tattoos."
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"Please don't leave. I love you" he begged.
"Get away from me and get the hell out of my life"
"Please" I walked away without saying anything else.
That's the last time I saw him.