She's a wolf in sheep's clothing, and you'll just write me out on her command. You're wide-eyed love is finally overshadowed by my blind-hatred. I hope you choke on your own distorted compassion. To say this was a waste is too simple. You deserve more credit. You played me like a drum in a death march on the way to a noose formed by each one of
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