FUCK WHAT I SAID, IT DON'T MEAN SHIT NOW. FUCK THE PRESENTS, MIGHT AS WELL THROW THEM OUT. FUCK ALL THOSE KISSES, THEY DIDN'T MEAN JACK.
FUCK YOU, YOU HOE,
I DON'T WANT YOU BACK.
All apologies, I just had to get that out of my system.
And this is why I hate relationships.
ghost
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