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When I see you with another person, I automatically flip the fuck out. The thought of you being with another person kills me inside. I try to act like it doesn’t bother me, but trust me, it does. Way down, deep in me, I want you for myself. If only I wasn’t that kind of person. My life would be surprisingly easy.
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