If You Are A Lover You Gotta Be A Fighter


Only now I remember why she wanted me to stand outside of her home in the middle of the night and scream out of my lungs through the darkness and quiet night after our first fight in the mountains;

I LOVE YOU (insert that cheating slut’s name here)

That egotistical, cheating, stealing, lying and violent bitch never had a match in me and still she dared to play game of fake love and pregnancies right in my face.


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