“yeah whatever you fuckin’ faggot”

i had to re-read the text this morning.
we have argued before,
but never like this.
i was ready to go over to his doorstep to have him repeat it.
straight wolf who has been my friend damn near 8 years,
someone i trusted enough to reveal myself to,
dropped the “f” bomb on me.
i told him i was tired of him only hitting me up to talk to me about her.
his new bitch.
yeah.
bitch.
i don’t like her.
she treats him like shit.
swims in his wallet.
i thought he was only in it because of the pussy.
i guess not.
just last week he hit me up to tell me that he is over her.
he also said i do something she doesn’t…

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