A player plays, while the girls thing he’s changed. They refuse to see the truth, until it’s too late and he’s long gone and they’re on the verge of breaking. Sad, but true, it happens all the time. You’re alone together, doors closed, and he seems so great you forget when that door opens and you’re not alone; he’s back to his games.Continue Reading
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