The man I have loved for 7 years is getting married on May 24th, but unfortunately the bride is not me... That day is my birthday and the day I found out that I fell in love with him 7 years ago. I did not go to their wedding that day because I couldn't be happy to bless them. I was afraid that I would see them so happy...
This fruitless love, after 7 years of love, I am tired, very tired, I just want to be here...
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