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This is trash, don’t read, work on at a future time


 

Im sorry. I’m sorry you believe what isn’t true.

You know I loved you, wanting a sound future.

I wouldn’t have done anything to jeopardize that.

 

You think I cheated. I talked about you constantly.

I didn’t talk to you. No, you didn’t talk to me, I never had a moment to speak.

I didn’t spend time with you, I didn’t. You can’t blame me, you were always busy.


You say that I was back in old habits. What habits?

Cussing people out when they push past?

You say that I stopped being so protective over you, I EXPLAINED WHY.

 

You want to blame me for all this, even though you have to take the blame as well.

I wanted to spend time and talk, but you had your new group and were never free.

You want to say I wasn’t as protective but a week before I cussed someone out over you.

 

YOU SAY I CHEATED?

Ha, I’m insulted. You can ask her, Everything I did lead to me talking about you.

About my hope, you were my hope.

 

You had things that you wouldn’t tell me.

If you had told me I could’ve worked on what I did, and how I did it.

You can say what you want but DON’T, say I cheated.

 
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