Last night was not good, I have to admit. I was drinking and driving, I was pretty lit. From the pain that I suffered, from my last date. I haven't received a call, I guess that is fate. Fate that determined my emptiness life. Sometimes I wish I had a knife. To empty out this pain and my desire. To live with the suffering from a liar. I liar, that received my undivided love. Now I know she is not sent from above. Sent from below is where she must came. For all that I know, Mandy is not ever her name. As rethink of the relationship at past. I was stupid to think it would ever last. Now I believe, the relationship was all but a lie. I would do anything for her, I would even die.Birth sign: Taurus
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