Sir Nilo

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Seeing you with someone new is fire under his skin. It never gets old. He hides his true feelings, hoping the flames that once lit up like the sky on Fourth of July will quickly die out. His wishes can’t seem to come true, whether it be wanting what once was to become what is, or for what is to become what was to him. However, getting over you is moving at the slowest pace possible. Therefore, on his face is a mask made of pretense. He dresses up his hurt in, “I don’t give a dang about that,” and outfits himself with bright smiles. “I don’t need her.”
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