I'm supposed to feel honored by you letting me be around you, right? You're so special, so cute, everyone clamors around you, scrapping just to be close to you. And you chose me. You let me be near you, you put up with my "weirdness," and I should feel like I owe you the world.
But of course I don't.
I saw through you the moment I met you. I made you
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