February 2013
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Pity. Party.
You left. Without even saying bye. Knowing how far away you would be and you knew what I was already going through. You know this would eventually make me upset. I want to hate you. I want to hate you for cheating on me, for pushing me down, for never respecting me, for making me feel like I was worthless, for putting me second to a girl who messes with your head and doesn’t want to be with...
