Everytime I see him it hurts, why do I put myself through this bullshit? I want a chance to find out why he did what he did. I want a chance to tell him how shitty he is for treating me like that. I hate him, but I love him. I want him to hurt, like he hurt me. How could he fucking do this to me? How can he be so nice to me now, when only last week he was calling me predictable? I can't get rid of the urge to stomp his ass to the ground.
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all words � Jennifer L. Bey, 2003.
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