Don't blame your hurt on me. Your spilled-over pain is not my doing. It is the undeniable collaboration of your own deeply thought-out mistakes. You are dying at your own hand and yet you think that I am holding the needle full of liquid pain, injecting your insides with venom while your epidermis smiles whole-heartedly. Babe, let me remind you that I was in Los Angeles the last two times this happened, so don't blame your lies on me. Just let me be- now that I am ready to leave And don't bother coming back again.Birth sign: Aquarius
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