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VIIIX - Tú eliges las visitas, y tu eliges la hora.

Well, here we are again, getting things off my chest by what has become usual in me, another eighth month.
I won't pretend that it seems weird that you ignore me, many others had done it before.
On the one hand I blame myself for being so sensitive, for holding my emotions inside, for being so sentimental.
I sincerely believe that I surrender always too fast, and this time I have given you a small part of me, I have skipped my principles and I have given to you.
Honestly this situation strikes me, after months insisting, what looks like to be even affection has become a lost of interest.
It was clear that this wasn't going to last, that's why I didn't let me feel anything, and now it is running out I don't know how to feel.
How long do I have to wait? Wouldn't it be better to finish it at once instead of waiting to get worse?
The problem is that I'm the only one who seems to care, which seems to feel something. Why do you even want to talk about it? Tik-Tok
To kill a snake, cut off the head.

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