T P L

All my messanges to you became trash for you. All your excuses to not chat, and when you even not answear. You make me hurted, you made me sad. I tough that you was the nicest ever, but I think I was wrong. Now everything is so complicated, so hard to do with. Now I wipe my tears, and forget you, 'cause you're the past. And your nothing to remember either. Your out of my life.

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