Monster
What the fuck is your problem? Oh, was I a little harsh? Actually, yeah. What the fuck is your problem? You knew what you were doing. You played all the right cards, said all the right words, and did all the right things just for what? It makes no sense none, I dont see a point where it would make sense. I gave you everything, but you didn't care. Instead you ripped the heart out of my chest and stabbed it in front of me all for your fun and enjoyment I'm in some pain more like a lot of pain But I did learn one thing, I'm tough so tough and if I fall to the ground I know damn well I will pick myself right back up. I know who I am and who I deserve to be. Because I dont deserve to be with a monster like you
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