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Oct 2016
One hour ticks by, no reply.
Two hours, three hours, four, I don't think I can take this anymore.
At hour five, I get a reply saying the same old "hey sorry babe my phone died."
I reply in an instant, knowing I shouldn't but it's become an instinct.
And now the cycle repeats, one, two, three, four, five, five hours with no reply. This isn't love, this is lies.
frankie
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frankie  16/F/florida
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