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It starts off texting all the time. Sending each other smiley faces, making each other smile. Flirting, staying up late at night just having fun. Then things get more serious. You start getting more personal. Then you meet, you kiss him, you fall for him. Then he asks you out. You date. Doesn't matter for how long, but... you fall. Fall hard enough you don't know what's happening. And when you wake up, you're left with reality. He breaks up with you in a matter of not even a month, or maybe more. But in the end, it's all the same. You always end up with a broken heart. And you keep going back to him because you love him. You'll take his crap, you don't care,
because you just want him.

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