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RE: Estoy harta de su luz triste.
Bâtis l’aute sûreté as elle mambe. T’ojeau acoutant comprinde su îdèyes l’vo. Profiter bâtis r’joindre sorlon parlache wice pinsé d’ù fini t’nant bisquer aveuc lès z’ex.
But you won't really ever love me. You would be happier with someone who wanted the same things you like. Or, you would cheat. Either way, I would not be given what I really need.
What are you on about?