Cheated, betrayed, hurt, and alone. Questions that may never have any answers haunt my thought, each and every day. I still don't get how he could do this thing, what happened to how he felt and how he valued me? Why can't he give me what's really inside. why play this ugly game, why tell me those... Sign in to see full entry.
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