March 2012
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A Gordon Ramsay Poem
oh my god where’s the risotto? useless.
Please don't get tired of me.
It happens every time. People lose interest in me. They get tired of me. Suddenly, they don’t bother hitting me up anymore. The conversations become shorter. They forget about me and I just become a distant memory. I wonder if it’s my fault sometimes. But then I realize that people never stay in my life. And there’s nothing I can do about it.
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I swear you were made just for me.
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“If it makes you less sad
I’ll move out of the state
You can keep to yourself...”
– (via cafalexis)
