He is not a winner. He is a big loser infact. He doesn't call me, he doesn't care. He uses me for my affection, my time, my love that I want to show. He pretends: to be interested, to be loving, to be necessary. He is none of these. I get excited; I tell myself that this might be it. I might be ready for some committment. But committ to
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