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We veered towards calle muerte. It is  inevitable we come here. Before this,  there was no us. All things was only you. One year ago, you called me a ***** One month later, i learned about the affair, that i was the obstacle.  Separation. It provokes anxiety  and relief. For appearances, a requirement of exchange needs subterfuge. It won't help us to seem greedy to others. I will not relinquish what is lawful. Last week, you invited me, say you will give stuff due to me. Yet, not my  pride? Let's not play anymore.  The drive back to my place disquiets us.
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May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 5:03 AM UTC
Perdition
We veered towards calle muerte. It is  inevitable we come here. Before this,  there was no us. All things was only you. One year ago, you called me a ***** One month later, i learned about the affair, that i was the obstacle.  Separation. It provokes anxiety  and relief. For appearances, a requirement of exchange needs subterfuge. It won't help us to seem greedy to others. I will not relinquish what is lawful. Last week, you invited me, say you will give stuff due to me. Yet, not my  pride? Let's not play anymore.  The drive back to my place disquiets us.
m-g-hsieh
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May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 5:03 AM UTC
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