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category: Anything | June 16 | @396 | comments(0)I wonder how long it will take before he stops loving me, before he stops looking at me the way he always does, before his eyes no longer spark, before he stops whispering my name while we make love. How long will it take before he stops caressing me, pressing his fingertips on my lips? His love for me will die one of these days. I will be another lollipop that he will be tired of chewing. I will be a forgotten candy, unfinished, unwrapped, laying on an empty table. He comes in, throws his keys on a table full of unpaid bills and doesnít look at me. I sit and watch the rain, pretending I donít know he is there. I pretend this man is not the man I used to love, that he is not the man who...
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