he did his job and he did it well sent me through two months of hell and the pain hits like a ton of rocks you and my ex what a pair of crocks opened the door and found you two and the image still hurts my eyes that right under my nose you two were kissing like a pair of fruit flies and i pack my bags slowly, not really caring as you just stare at me and im not faring in fact im sad im mad im fucking bad i wish you would just go away and leave me to be had today and i walk off and you begin to laugh i called you my friend!!! i yell but its still hell and as defeat pins me to the wall and anger flames up high this was the day i felt any love i had die and i couldn't really hold it much longer and it began to get much stronger look far to the south turn back and it escapes my mouth: fucking TRAITOR!!!Birth sign: Aries
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