A troubled heart

Baby, how do you expect me to talk to you, to pour my heart before you, when its filled with pain you gave me, you expect me to be decent, you expect me to bear your tantrums, you want to me to hear your constant nags, never sweetheart, everything should be done in its limit, and your antiques have crossed their limits.........i am just preparing myself to leave you........to go away from your life......in search of new love..........

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