
Dear You:
You let me down.
You disappoint me.
I thought you had it in you. I thought we would get along and be fine.
My bad to assume...You're incomprehensible. You're incorrigible.
Now we're not talking.
Who's to give up? Who's to win?
We all lose in the end.
2 comments:
Is this for me MI?
no MI, not for you. how are you?
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