you realize its over her words bare no comfort insomnia pacing bitching in 3rd person 3rd night in a row mind wandering to restore jealousy where is she? who is holding her now? within the nervous laughter you realize its over evil laughter devising schemes plots plotting on her fucking friends for driving a wedge driving in silence driving insane shameful displays of unmistakeable misery she will not return she will not return your calls she will not answer her door there must be new dick with her now you realize its overBirth sign: Virgo
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