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Your ex is dead. The woman you loved doesn't exist anymore. Accept that first. She's not the same girl who laughed with you. She's not the same girl who cried for you. She evolved or decayed, but either way, she's gone. Women don't move on. They transform. They shed skin, rewrite memories and become someone new. Someone unrecognizable. You're chasing a ghost. A memory, a version of her that only exists in your nostalgia, not in reality. The girl who once loved you might despise you now. That's not betrayal. That's female adaptation. When women leave, they burn the bridge and the map. They erase the man to protect the new identity. You might still love her, but she's not the same creature you fell for. That chapter closed the day she changed her heart...and here's the brutal truth. She's not coming back. Even if she does, it won't be her. You mourn a person that no longer exists. Let that sink in. Bury the illusion. Move forward...because clinging to a memory is how men die inside, while she lives a new life.

god let this happen to me

stop texting them first and watch y'all never talk again

Someone once said: "no contact for you is just a normal day for them" and I never looked back since. Stop obsessing over people who sleep just fine without you

human nature is one of the most beautiful songs ever created

i'd rather get shot this summer than to catch feelings for anyone ever again

I miss you but ima let you do ya thang gang

When all your loved ones think you're ghosting them when you're just fighting the biggest battle of your life in secret

the silence after surviving a day that no one knew was hard.

I get scared when things go well for me

You don’t know what’s it like to cry in your sleep. Feeling completely lost and empty. As soon as the lights are off and the eyes are no longer on you, deflating into blank nothingness. Losing all hope for the unseen future. Life is a satire.

on def jam fight for ny you could jump rope wit a nigga body

When you forget to keep your mind occupied for just a second and suddenly a wave hits you of everything that ever hurt you

Wasn’t her fault, but yeah

How the fuck do you move on from the person you imagined spending the rest of yo life wit?

And if I'm meant to be alone, please take away my desire to be loved

My heart still waits for texts I know ain’t coming.

This ain't even me man, I used to be so happy and full of life.