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Help needed : socrates monae tales 5

please before you read today's blog note that every emotional thing here is real added with a little friction . Please today i need ur comments on what to do because the loneliness inside me has reached its boiling point. Majority carries the vote should i leave or should i stay the ball is in ur court.

Post : diaries of a loner ( part one )
I wake up every morning thinking about the same girl, it was like any normal day she came into my world

I like women but i prefer to keep to myself, but since i met her i couldn't help myself.

We talk everyday and say a lot of funny stuffs, she says she's not ready and there can't be any us .

The funny thing is i know she doesn't believe a word I'm saying, or maybe the fact that my Ex left me sad and boring .

Tears drop for my eyes every night because i know i won't be happy, but its her choice and all i want her to do is be happy.

I never want to see the smile on her face turn to frowns, i know i act stupid but for u i became the class clown

I won't lie tears drop form my eyes as i write this, if u go my heart is the thing i have the most that I'd miss

I have been through series of heartbreaks from Ruth in secondary school, to Annie no care who thought me a fool, to funmi my second love and Annie's best friend, to Sharon who let's on VALS day, down to the 2 Tonyes i found hard to amend, all the way to Emma who made me happy for a while and evita who left me with a smile

In all 26 girl have come and gone, and only 2 inspired me 2 make a love song.

I have only one piece of my heart left, this is the last hope of love i have left .

I tried 2 tell u how i feel but u feel all is a lie, so I'm taking this to my blog for the world to decide .

If my feeling are real or not i don't know. But if i can't have you then i guess to the last piece its time 2 go

Like a vampire once told me its always good to be cold hearted and enjoy the warmth of others, that meant have sex and never care about the emotions of the other.

Since beauty and the beast is a fairy tale, i guess ugly boys never enjoy the true love they feel.

So before i throw my last piece of hope away, and live life without loving another day

I just want the world to know i really love you and as and only child i always got what i wanted but my mum can't make this happen

Lmao ! The long talk and the money i spend never seem to move me because its you. I left my lonely and sad side cuz i saw happiness with you .

So as i wait for nepa to bring the light, i hope i still have my hope when we talk @ nyt.

"Funny how so closer can seem so far"

Pls paste ur comments here or tweet them @Leon_GM. Thank you

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