I've always hated your little minion friends. And to be honest, I'm glad that I don't have to look at their smug faces, hiding their horns away, laughing at me when I walk past them on the street, because you left me with nothing, not even my smile. I stole it back from you, my former love. You can look in your boxes, and drawers, you won't find it anywhere. I know you were saving it for a rainy day. Bitterness becomes you, it has left me and will return to you. Enjoy it, drink it like wine, for it will smell of me, as it has been with me so long. It might even look like me. Will you remember my face? Have you forgotten? Did you have some sort of extensive brain surgery that erased every memory that you ever had of me? Do you like being stranded on the side of the road where I once stood? Sticking your thumb out with no one to pick you up.Birth sign: Not entered
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