Lonely teardrop

How is there still creeping and secret lives being lived when everything is public knowledge and we ALL live on social media? 

You would have to be one cut off from society human being to still be cheated on, to still be creeped on and unknowingly be with someone who has a entire relationship, family, life, separate from the one with you. My bet is that you know girl, you just playing like you don't. 

Prolonging the breakup. Concealing the smoke. Breaking every fan in sight. 

Excuse me if I have no cares for you, no Kleenex for your lonely teardrop. As women, we have to do better. For ourselves, for our children, for our foundation in society. Who's going to respect us if we don't respect ourselves? 

Pause for that. 

Even if you don't have children yet, what are you exemplifying to your future? Are you a role model or a doormat? Take less, do more. 

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Don said…
Don't save 'em Aerial! Lol. Just kidding, but yeah there is infinite truth to where you stated, "My bet is that you know girl, you just playing like you don't." I too believe they know, I mean how could they not, they seem to know everybody else business so why not their own? Also, I deactivated my Twitter after that small incident with my ex but I still read your tweets and I had no idea you were as funny as you are. Pure comedy, 90% of what you say. But your comments to Charlemagne the God was 100% hilarious. Good ish.
December 2, 2013 at 7:41 PM
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