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I am so done with this explaination

so done with trying to find out

how we met

So done with whatever is 

a publicity stunt or for real

I am never mentioning it again to myself or others

embrioled in this nothing of a situation

I am been given my fairytale

with all these men

I look at him sometimes and see a long history

that I don't wanna even think about that

I also see now and these days the 

it's been a while, and I can't get over this 

just like that, oh he's not that important I thought

He called me one night, late real late

I was dealing with my sickness

Very Cooly he asked about this situation

I said I was sleeping, he made it clear

that he knew that it was me

I never thinking about that again

till now, the first one who called me about

this embroilment, I was thinking that no one ever

does that to me, yet I also wanting to get rid of him easy

So I was walking one day almost evening and he was very

sexy, talking and reminded somewhat of another guy

I was so annoyed and he said I told about that and you said

something to likes of I believe in this

Now it's deemining, so I embraced that lifestyle

and he could see me as a whore

Just comes in a different form

College educated and had a good social life

So he made feel like a character I saw on tv

So deep for me, and I was also thinking of this other guy

who was maybe listening on the other line, and I was out of place

So he said I gave him a hard time

and that I wanted a business relationship with no challenges

the last night I felt a bit of his life, and was happy that it was good

The fifth day of authmn and our lives progresses

they having their life and me my own

the roses are burgundy red

we came to this place, the dead are also here

whether we like them or not

Us with our lives always good never dying