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you don't know what you're missing, until  you've lost it. I want my soulmate back. But there's no way he would want me back now. I am: Damaged Goods. Even though the two of them were the biggest regrets of my life, They will also become his. And I do not want that. This is not poetic, but it **** sure is real. I've ****** him over, with two others Both of which aren't even half the man he is -literally- A.J.B is my soulmate, But am I his?
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
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you don't know what you're missing, until  you've lost it. I want my soulmate back. But there's no way he would want me back now. I am: Damaged Goods. Even though the two of them were the biggest regrets of my life, They will also become his. And I do not want that. This is not poetic, but it **** sure is real. I've ****** him over, with two others Both of which aren't even half the man he is -literally- A.J.B is my soulmate, But am I his?
I'm a ******* piece of trash.
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
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