You are a fool.
In one month's time
I bet you will be
heartbroken.
I warned you
countless times.
I threatened you
more than necessary.
I just want you
to be happy,
but you believe
you love her.
It's a shame really,
that you're this
blinded.
You will not be happy,
all you're doing is
grasping at temporary
affection.
And all temporary affection
leaves you with is
a bad taste
in the back of your
mouth.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
You are a fool.
In one month's time
I bet you will be
heartbroken.
I warned you
countless times.
I threatened you
more than necessary.
I just want you
to be happy,
but you believe
you love her.
It's a shame really,
that you're this
blinded.
You will not be happy,
all you're doing is
grasping at temporary
affection.
And all temporary affection
leaves you with is
a bad taste
in the back of your
mouth.
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