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I, fearfully, would have tried Us. 'We would be a disaster' you said. I dreamt these golden-hued dreams of us making it, outside of bed. ‘I’m dumping Her, and I’ve found another, and now you have to go too.’ Only then did I finally get that it was always only 'bout You.
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Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
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I, fearfully, would have tried Us. 'We would be a disaster' you said. I dreamt these golden-hued dreams of us making it, outside of bed. ‘I’m dumping Her, and I’ve found another, and now you have to go too.’ Only then did I finally get that it was always only 'bout You.
affair, heartbreak
yvonne-cleland
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Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
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