Dear Shell of Myself,
You have a big heart and I don't blame you for trying to help him; but he plays games and he wins every time. You already knew that, though. Enough is enough. Don't hold your breath for closure. You can't expect a little boy to do a man's job. Be happy that he came into your life for you are smarter from it, but be happier that he left for you are stronger from it. Hate the player, take back the game. Forget him and open your heart again.
With Love,Namaste.
Single and Finally Ready to Mingle You
Kins

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