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Fuckboys
20 something years later, and no, we can’t share a meal or catch up, and nor can we ever be friends on social media to build each other up.
Well. Excuse me, fuck you too... you might as well of stabbed me in the heart with your blatancy.
I loved you but that changed when you decided to be a fuckboy, and toy with my emotions !
He, who needs some positive vibes shoved up his arse.
Clearly, you’re not good for my mental health, and it’s apparent that there’s no reciprocity from your end, let alone respect.
Well. Excuse me, fuck you too... you might as well of stabbed me in the heart with your blatancy.
I loved you but that changed when you decided to be a fuckboy, and toy with my emotions !
He, who needs some positive vibes shoved up his arse.
Clearly, you’re not good for my mental health, and it’s apparent that there’s no reciprocity from your end, let alone respect.
Published 1st Mar 2020
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