Sometimes, I find myself in deep confusion. Who wouldn't be? Imagine being caught in an endless swirl of lies all day and night. Imagine being burnt alive. Imagine being bled out dry. Imagine being drained out with not a single might. Go ahead, imagine...
I have done whatever that I have to do to make it better. I have gave in. I have changed myself. I have tolerated your fucking nonsense for all these past years. I have put up with your senseless arguments. I have beared with your childish tauntings. I have done too much...
You are way out of the line, you fucking bitch. Like I have said before, if you have a bloody problem, tell it to my bloody face. Why must you be a mouse? Come on, give it to me. I have been waiting all my life to feel this way...
I am so over your crap. I am so done with you. I hate you to the core. You are such a soul-frigger.
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