i'm leaving, this time for good and i'm not coming back here again, you said... well, i poured a cup of coffee went out to the front porch, lit a cigarette and waited for the paper as you ran back and forth to your car carrying everything you brought over here, bras, makeup, panties thrown quickly into boxes and everytime you passed me you called me an asshole, not loud enough for the neighbors, just enough for me to hear.. as the old lady next door watched from behind her curtain... don't forget your toothbrush, i said, as i stubbed out my cigarette then lit another... by the time she was pulling away, i was reading the personal ads, god knows, there has to be an easier way.....Birth sign: Libra
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