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Apr 2017
"I'm sick of saying he wasn't mine
Because indeed he was
I know about the other girls, but
I know he loves me because..."

He loves you? He  
loves  you?
The man barely remembers your name


"Yeah, but he needs me
He needs-"

Are you blind or do you just like
playing his games?!?!


If you were to lock the door to your
bedroom, you'd never see him again!
You'll let him leave with everything.
What for? What then?


"Despite all your warnings, dear. I'll
have to let him take it. Just know I was already
nothing, dear. This case...It's fake it till you break it."
Karla DeMarzo
Alyssa De Marzo
Written by
Alyssa De Marzo  F/Toronto
(F/Toronto)   
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