July 26, 2020

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I'm confident that im over you. So much  that some morning i wake up with smile on my face and thanking god that you no longer in my life. Thanks god you left.
But then.
There are some nights i imagine  what i might do if you came back. If you walked into the room this very second
every awful thing  you've ever done would be tossed out the closest window and all the love would rise again.
Can someone  explain  that ? How even when the love leaves. It doesn't leave. How even I'm so past you. I'm  helplessly i brought back to you.
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Someonemessedup
Jul 26, 2020 · 33 views

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