Sun, 05/19/2019 - 16:59 -- kyrachi

Thought you had the currency 

But you couldn't handle me currently,

You couldn't mentally afford me .

Tried to put me on layaway,

while you played the games

and spent your money on cheaper feins.

Not ready for the real thing.

Rather stress than invest in the permanency.

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