"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"You're disgusting"
"Why do you dress so sluttily?"
Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm a jinx. I'm not perfect either, I know. But I'm trying.
The day when I walk away from you, will be the day you realise that you'll never be more alone, and that noone could ever have loved you as much as I did.
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