angry sentences about boys.

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i’m listening to this song you wrote. it reminds me of when we used to have sex in your dad’s house when he wasn’t home. after you moved into the room in the basement with the purple walls. we would have sex and lay around for a while. you would sometimes play around with your guitar and sit in the rocking chair. it was usually dusk or mid-afternoon. this song just reminded me. i used to hate you so much back then because i knew you didn’t love me. it’s cool now.