This, countered by Baddie officially breaking up with me. I got her to a certain place, domestic violence and all, and she's ready to see what else is out there. I'm not mad at her. I felt her drifting for a while. Men, putting your hands on a woman makes you less sexy. No matter how much money you have, no matter your influence. So I definitely learned such as a lesson. I don't have a history of putting my hands on women, but I have been provoked by MANY women.
I often ask myself what I'm doing wrong. Where I'm GOING wrong. In the beginning, I was HYPER-affectionate. Fall in love in the first 5 minutes. Then I started "playing games" (crying ass, bitch ass people who SWEAR I play games in the rules of engagement). It was really just casting love spells RIGHT IN FRONT of them. Once they got it, however, it was all over (by then). Now, I'm just a dirty White boy, wishing for an Ebony treat.
Maybe I watch too much porn.
I have no options of a "replacement" for Baddie. I literally stuck my neck out for her, only to end up here in the end. I'm glad I helped her find herself, but I LOST MYself in the process. "Falcon Phoenix" were all songs TO, FOR, INSPIRED BY and ABOUT her. It's already hard as FUCK to listen to those tapes, knowing that I hurt her "as deeply" as I did. Though I blew it, we both had some growing up to do. Not every man is abusive, not every woman is worthy of #theworks.
"And you just don't get it. Keep it copasetic. And you learn to accept it. No. You're so pathetic."
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