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Imma fighter.
i punch people and slap their ass.

I've got your crazy.
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Maybe, n was right the other time. That I'm the clingy one even after the break up. That she knows that I'll still be there for her to fall back on when things don't work out from her side and for that she'll take advantage of it, of me.

But if you ever loved somebody, are you willing to miss out on any opportunity?