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Nov 2018
I moved 300 miles away from you.
You didn't care about me, until the week before I left.
I meant everything. I went from nothing, to everything. What were you thinking?
You can't **** with my emotions like that. You knew exactly how I felt. But you still did it. Who does that?
The feelings between us may not have been real, but to me they were perfect.
I thought we felt the same, but I ended up crying in the arms of my mother.
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B  16/F/EspaΓ±a
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