I am sorry
My nails have grown.
they press down on keys while I then think of the matter.
I have not thought this through but I know that since I've already done it, I wont stop thinking of it now,
thinking of him now.
Carina is
not my best friend. Shes an acquaintance at most.
I did her a favor by proving hes an unfaithful man.
Maybe next time she'll think twice before having lose lips.
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