I'm sorry.
I'll try not to be vague.
I'm going to have to quit a man. I use that word loosely.
I might not be a muse, but I'm also not dust to be swept under the carpet. (Big gap, I know.)
Sorry pal. I tried. I'm so angry and disappointed that I'm numb. I almost feel like I'm in air. Suspended or something.
Boys tend to take their women for granted. Men tend to be sparse.
Ah, there are more stars in the sky. (I don't want to date a fish)
As Neil would say, "It's better to burn out than to fade away." Who knew your wick would be so short?
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