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I don’t chase— I choose. Feelings are noise, I move. You might call it cold, but I call it power. I didn’t lose you— you lost my intrest.
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Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 9:36 PM UTC
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I don’t chase— I choose. Feelings are noise, I move. You might call it cold, but I call it power. I didn’t lose you— you lost my intrest.
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Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 9:36 PM UTC
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