Being an addict of
Your touch, your taste, your scent
It’s not easy for me
to get over it so soon
as it was for you.
You’ll learn that kisses do not bind
And presents don’t mean a thing
It’s true love you want to find
But he’s off on another fling

Ah, lost love! π¦
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He lost somthing but I gained much more π π
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Most certainly!π
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Definitelyyyyy β€οΈβ€οΈπ
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Oops! He’s not worth it.
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Not of a single dime π π
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Wow! Did you make that image yourself? The poem is great as usual!!
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Sorry Rachel, I got the image from Internet, and thank you for the poem, glad you liked it π
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The image was pretty good. So I thought you’d made it.π I really did love the poem!
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hugs* β€ β€
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Hey! I’ve nominated you for the Sunshine Blogger Award. I’m so looking forward to reading the answers. This is where you’ll find the post:
https://fictivefinesseff.wordpress.com/2018/10/18/sunshine-blogger-award/
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I will post it very soon hon, thank youuuuu β€ β€ β€
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That hurts
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Well… that’s why I left him π
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Good for you. π
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Aren’t you so sweet, past is the past, bahut pehli ki baat hai π
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