The very fist time I saw you, I thought it was love. To me it was love. To you, it plainly was something to do. For months you lead me on without considering my feelings. And I'm still trying to get over my obsession. You think I'm all broken up in millions of pieces. You are right, but I am still planning my revenge against you. You said you love me, then passionately kissed me. Little did I know, you were lying. When it came time, you said one last kiss. For a while I thought you were joking. I guess you weren't. It's been months since I have heard from you. And I'm not going to up with your bullshit anymore. I want you back, bit it could never be the same. You know what would make me happy? If your life was as miserable and as skrewed up as mine. Then I would be happy. You'll never know how much you hurt me. I can try to make you feel my pain. But I can't do that to you. Because as far as I know, the pain is unbearable.
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