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Dec 2015
you don't know what you're missing, untilΒ Β you've lost it.

I want my soulmate back.
But there's no way he would want me back now.

I am:
Damaged
Goods.

Even though the two of them were the biggest regrets of my life,
They will also become his.
And I do not want that.
This is not poetic, but it **** sure is real.

I've ****** him over, with two others
Both of which aren't even half the man he is
-literally-

A.J.B is my soulmate,
But am I his?
I'm a ******* piece of trash.
T Cup
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