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Jan 2017
He said before asking me for a *** pic, making me believe this is what being friends with a guy should be like. Leading me on and making me feel great about myself between the hours of 12am-3am before he fall asleep for work the next morning or school or to hangout with another girl that he does not mention exists, but let's me know through a snapchat story later posted that evening-
Before hitting me up for more nudes. Short texts throughout the day like "Whats up" "Im tired" or "Im busy and youre far" accumulate in my inbox from him. I confront him and he is apologetic. "I'm sorry" "I'm ******" is what I'm being fed.
But I still fall for him and his ******* games-
Because I really do like being his friend.
Lydia Stephens
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