You tell me I have problems. I know, I told you I did. But no, you don't mean the problems I'm talking about. You think those are all in my head, fabrications of a lonely girl. You say I need help, and soon. You say you're leaving if I don't change. I say then go, don't let me stop you. You go. I say fuck you, dick! I hate you so much, I
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