PRESTON:
I didn't reply your texts... What made you think I would pick your call...The pain shifted love... I don't hate you... Things have changed ever since you left.... Smiles?? Not just bouts of laughter.... Someone truly heard you pray.... You got what you wanted.... I'm happy with out you....
Lonely yes... I didn't write as many poems... I didn't want them to know I missed you..... I started finding other hobbies... Enjoying every drop of rain as it hugs the ground... Enjoying the high sky and the thousands of stars.... Enjoying every bit of nature... Morning sun and the evening sunset....
I lost hope in humanity.... People are dangerous love.... They are cons, canning, fakists, just when you think you got it... Is when they leave....I cried... I wrote in every poem that... I shed tears.... I smiled at the window.... Enjoyed the days winds and breezes....
I'm still alone.... But cautious and very learned.... Please stop texting me... Stop calling I will not talk to you... I hate you... If I had a chance I would burry you.... You see my eyes are flaming....They burn with desire.... You have what you want love... Let me be....
Im pleased with your absence.... I enjoy... My own company.... I haven't replied your text... I hope you understand I will not answer your calls
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