Submission- My back hurts from bowing down. Attraction - Was once so strong now can't be found. Affection - One gift i wish you would return. Frustration - as i accede. I do not deserve your frigidness, such callousness, yet i persist. What's wrong with me? I told you "you can't be replaced", you showed me I'm disposable. Spit in my face, as I submit, so I quit!
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