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7/29/2017

by Ashdacat

I'm drunk as shit. He looked at my Instagram story as soon as I was thinking of him. I liked his fuckin photo. Fuck I miss him so much. I want to text him that I miss him. Why? I'll regret it. So I won't It's almost been a month since I've seen him. Three weeks since we have texted. Why do I still miss this man? Fuck. I'm still In love. Lust. I'm drunk.
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32 / F / Tampa, FL
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32 / F / Tampa, FL
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Dec 4, 2017
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