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Oct 2017
I can't, so donโ€™t tell me any **** about anything anymore. You ignore me with such expertise...such resolve & resolution...such self-control...such carnal-esque suchness (it's a word). I'll kiss you but that won't make it all better because it'll be all better before I get to kiss you already anyway. I shouldn't dwell on the past as it bores me, the sound futility of changing it.
๐‘ท๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ
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๐‘ท๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ  หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰
(หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰)   
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