You, my dear, are a lot of things, but you're not dumb. You sit around here and expect me to believe that you love me. You play the victim when I'm the one all bloody from battle. You think saying you screwed up means something? It doesn't. Because you refuse to change. I see you, and I want to die. I wonder what I could've possibly done to make you this way. But this was not my doing. And so, I can no longer do it. I cannot supply you with the hammer you need to shatter my world once again. I love you, bitch... Yeah, I know that one was my b.
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