How do you say you want to break up with someone?

First, I shed too many tears for love, and I have paid too much sincerity for you. Now I'm tired and want to let go.

Second, he can't see you drunk or crying at night. Don't be silly. No one is distressed. It's really worthless

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Third, you are a rain in my dry years. You came enthusiastically. I can't get caught in the rain.

Fourth, think of our past, our wet eyes, why we should be together, our promises, and our lies now.

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Let nature take its course, which contains my despair and unwillingness, if you understand.

6. The saddest thing is that when you meet someone special, you realize that you can never be together and you have to give up sooner or later.

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Seven, a slap, and then give a candy, over and over again, when will you understand that he just doesn't like you that much.

Eight, I hit the south wall, and I can't get back what I lost. The worst place I fell was where I started over. This is my feeling. I'll clean it up myself.

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I will never love anyone, not even you.

Ten, it is obvious that you approached me first, but it was me at last. Perhaps, deep feelings have never been disappointed, and only fickle feelings will be missed repeatedly.

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To your carelessness and to my self-love. You and I will never meet again.

Twelve, we will never be as irreplaceable as before; We will never love as hard as before until we cry.

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Thirteen, I can't give you the happiness you want, so I choose to quit. Because I love you, I let you choose a better home.

14. I really want to ask, what is my heartache, my sadness, my helplessness and my crying in your eyes?

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Fifteen, I loved, I was crazy, I was stupid, I was persistent, I persisted, and finally I lived alone.

I've been giving you something by force. My time, my love, my importune, my fierce and lovely. I never asked you if you wanted it. All I know is that I never give it to anyone

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Seventeen, after you left, I got a serious illness, and I was in pain. Then I came back from the dead, but I forgot myself.

Eighteen, to be honest, I didn't go through fire and water for you, but I was not less desperate, not less willing, and not less defeated.

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Nineteen, maybe I am really stupid and hopeless, knowing that you don't love me, I still don't want to look back.

Twenty, feelings for a long time, it is no longer just love, but more dependence. When it is lost, it hurts into the bone marrow. I don't know how many people know this feeling, but unfortunately, I am experiencing it.