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May 2017
you beg me for a chance then you wipe your *** with it.
well your *** should be sparkling clean because I'm the **** head that keeps handing them to you.
I wanted something for you that you did not want for yourself.

Happiness.

I've run out of chances to give you.

Finally.

sorry if it came to you as a surprise. My broken heart and the loads of happiness you did not want are coming with me. This is not a see you later. This is a final goodbye.
Aylin
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Aylin  21/F/Texas
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