Its crazy to me how you left me.you were preparing for it. You left me a month before you told me. You were getting your life back from.before me. You were pushing me away. And I had so much faith in you. I put my soul into your hands. I was telling myself that you would never do that. You would never betray me like that. You left me a month before. And to me, it was a random Friday, I was watching Love is Blind with the love of my life, who got me pizza cause I had period cramps. And who dumped me fwhile Inwas eating it.

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