Don't ask me what's wrong if you know exactly what it is.
You can't act like you have your act all together when you tore mine apart, thats unfair.
I can't stand to think about this a second more, it's killing me, breaking me slowly into even more pieces, soon enough there will be so many pieces scattered all around it will be too hard to find myself. Impossible.
Nobody said it was easy, I knew it but I still took my chances. First time ever. But as soon as you saw a complication you ran. What a brave thing to do, uh? I stayed here, I'm still standing here feeling confused, angry, disappointed at myself. Looks like that's the only feeling you achieved in me, disappointment. Well done.
Like I needed another blow tp my stomach, Ive got too many of those and it's getting tiring to try and stand up when it hurts so much.
Next time, before you hurt me, just walk away and cut it quick, cold and painless, instead of dragging me around with you and your guilty conscience. Oh and by the way, don't ask me what's wrong... You damn know what the hell's wrong, you fool.
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