Every fucking time

"I will never like a guy again" I told my self 5fucking times. But when I let my garden down guess what? 1-2-3 my heart is all over the place in 25634 pieces. I was so happy with everything. Everything was perfect. Everything was in place. Of course, that everything changes to nothing.

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