Shakes head, hand over face. Bitter much you ask? No because I love all roses more now from a safe distance. Present moment imaginary Eros it’s called brothers and sisters. Beats being criticized and begging someone to be with me. That’s called being pu***whipped. No gracias no mas para mi. I buy myself fresh cut flowers

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