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I hope I guess it right. Why you were disappointed and upset. You can leave me, you can give up on me aren't you tired of me? Is it because I talked to other girls? Is it because I wasnt there for you? Is it because I didn't talk to you? I miss your summer hues. Now you give me snoozes and mutes. Saying sorry won't help. I can't hug you either. I disappointed you and I don't even know why. I am adding drama to your life isn't it. You hate drama. I don't want you to leave. But if you are tired of me, giving up on me, not loving me anymore, you can. I am not the one for you then. I love you. But I think you are doubting that. I don't even know if I am loving God or not. And I don't know what to do but to tell you to "wait." I can't do this. Can I. I can't be the one who you want. Can I. These are my guesses. And some of my confessions. But don't leave me. Because I still have an affection, for you.
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Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 2:49 AM UTC
Guesses
I hope I guess it right. Why you were disappointed and upset. You can leave me, you can give up on me aren't you tired of me? Is it because I talked to other girls? Is it because I wasnt there for you? Is it because I didn't talk to you? I miss your summer hues. Now you give me snoozes and mutes. Saying sorry won't help. I can't hug you either. I disappointed you and I don't even know why. I am adding drama to your life isn't it. You hate drama. I don't want you to leave. But if you are tired of me, giving up on me, not loving me anymore, you can. I am not the one for you then. I love you. But I think you are doubting that. I don't even know if I am loving God or not. And I don't know what to do but to tell you to "wait." I can't do this. Can I. I can't be the one who you want. Can I. These are my guesses. And some of my confessions. But don't leave me. Because I still have an affection, for you.
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18/M/Singapore
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 2:49 AM UTC
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