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Our love was like a fictious honey *** Never in a thousand years would  i Have peeked in to find out If our honey *** really had any honey because I loved the thought of existence of that honeypot More than the possibility of having honey in it. My Fictious honeypot gave me   A taste of what it feels like to have hope, I wasn't disappointed because We didnt have a honey in our fictious *** I was disappointed because we broke the *** and We will never be able to go back to the way it was.
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Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 1:33 AM UTC
Fictious HoneyPots
Our love was like a fictious honey *** Never in a thousand years would  i Have peeked in to find out If our honey *** really had any honey because I loved the thought of existence of that honeypot More than the possibility of having honey in it. My Fictious honeypot gave me   A taste of what it feels like to have hope, I wasn't disappointed because We didnt have a honey in our fictious *** I was disappointed because we broke the *** and We will never be able to go back to the way it was.
No matter what we say to ourselves, When we lose hope in a relationship there is nothing really that can be done regarding that, Seems like I never really had any relationship to begin with rather than a Fictious Honeypot without Honey.
#love#mourn#broke#honey#death
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the-withered-soul
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 1:33 AM UTC
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