Monday
When you slept with the chick who could barely speak English, U blame me for BALI. GROW SOME BALLS.
Last night I gasp for air. Thoughts of you invaded my sleepless nights.
I couldn’t believe how naïve I was.
How could I not see the pattern how you used me to hide your faults?
Toss and turned, I gasp again.
Why was I so blind?
But what intrigued me is.. why are u still in my thoughts.
xoxo
Rollo Tomassi on her hang ups
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