Moving on
I feel free again. I can actually be me again. Not worry about being non -genuine. I know I have flaws, but don't we all? Now I'm sitting here looking through my phone wondering if we will ever get along? Or will we just tension just continue to on? I hate how you always you talking shit, but don't get mad when you see the new girl I’m with.
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