The last time was not good.
He took something from me.
I felt dirty, abused....
Used like a napkin.
It was bad from my soul.
It was bad from my mind.
A bad memory..................
A nightmare...
That memory must to be cleaned.
Time will be the medicine.
A drug for my soul, for my mind.
There's not other person.
He must be cleaned by himself...
And Never look back.....
Praying God, that he should pay for that
For made me feel Used,
For his bad behavior....
For play with fire....I got burned.
I'm paying the high priceless for that.
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