It's worse than I imagined.
Much worse that what I thought of it before.
But you've changed. It's too late.
I've lost everything thing I could ask for.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 11:20 AM UTC
It's worse than I imagined.
Much worse that what I thought of it before.
But you've changed. It's too late.
I've lost everything thing I could ask for.
Chloie, why? I never even questioned you. So why are you questioning me?
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