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Angel อา หมวย (Ar Yumi) Photo Jassada Noom Chumporn page TokTak-Jc I want to tell you so many things, I don't know. I want to know what you think, what goes through that labyrinthine head of yours, what you feel today, if you miss me or not. If you have more things clear since you left. I want to know what you want from me. Knowing why you cheated on me, why you made me believe you. I want to hug you and feel that none of this has actually happened. But I also want to yell at you and tell you to leave, that you don't deserve me, not to come back here if you don't plan to fight for me. I have many mixed feelings in which a tequierodio escapes my lips continuously. I want to tell you that I remember you a lot, almost most of the day, that being in my room is seeing you in every corner; sitting at the table next to the window smoking a tobacco, lying on my bed right next to me hugging me, standing dressing before you left ... I want to ask you if you would come back, if you would ever be able to try it or if you've already decided that All this was nothing more than an illusion, that you let yourself go and you really didn't feel anything. I do not know. What I do know is that I miss each and every moment of the day, I wonder what you are doing now, and now, and now ... If you are happy, if you remember me as often as I do It happens to me or if continuing your life has become too easy for you. I don't know, maybe I'm going around everything too much as I always do. Everything is simply summed up in this desire to talk to you, to feel you, to have you here, to know that everything remains the same. But no, not today, never again.

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