dating you was a sentence, like posting a video online of a drunk night out. you will be with death of me. property? no. me. I am not yours to keep, nor to call ‘dibs’ on when someone else comes along long after our end. YOU have locked me in this prison that even i don’t know where the bars have been reinforced. ‘don’t go for her, she’s mine’. no. i am mine.
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