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Thursday 19 November 2015

(Must read) Bitter sweet truth

U add him on Facebook.
•You check his photos
•He Drives A Range Rover Sport 2015.
•He confirms.
•He inboxes U
•U reply, all excited .
•U'l want to hook up

•U set a date .
•U dress up on dat Legging Wit No
underwear.
•Smell gud
•U put on a make up - fresh breath &
new weave
•He takes u 4 lunch @ Hotel Africana .
•He Takes u 4 Drinks At Nandos
•U 2 av a gud time .
•He rubs ur hand ,
•Makes u laugh ,
•Gives u luks & smiles.
•U fall in luv .
•It's lyk u've known him 4eva.
•He takes u to his apartment .
•He makes u feel comfortable & lays u on his bed.
•Kiss u passionately.
•U luv his aggression,strength,power & you give in
•It feels gud .
•U know it's wrong ,but it feels gud.
•U ask 4 protection,he says it's too late.
•U obey & don't disturb .
•He says he luvs u
•& u don't hesitate to say u luv him too
•after, he goes 2 d kitchen to get a glass of h20 .
•He helps u drink it,ohh man.
•U feel special .
•"He must be the 1 ", u think 2 urself
•U'll get dressed .
•He takes u 2 d taxi park.
•He kisses u on d chick & says
•"I had a great time,"
•Gives u #100,000
• U smile & say
•"See u 2moro babe " .
• He stays silent .
•Ur taxi drives away ,
•In d taxi u can't stop smiling .
•U get home & inbox him that u got home safe .
•He is online,but doesn't reply .
•It's unlike him,so u inbox him again .
•He doesn't respond.
•Minutes later u can't find him on ur friend list .
•HE BLOCKED YOU .
•Days,weeks,months passes by.
•U start feeling sick,weak,loose weight,act
strange with sores in ur mouth.
•U go 2 d clinic.
•Get tested.
•Minutes later,
•Nurse walks in."I'm sorry.You're HIV Positive & Pregnant !
•".HOW ?"
•U don't understand .
•Reality hits u.
•U walk home.
•Scared.
•Confused.
•U go 2 d taxi Park.
•U lay,hopeless,emotionless.
•U see death coming nearer.
•U look in2 d sky & mumble a prayer.
That's the end of you.

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