
Don't play games with me, I'm not your toy. I don't want this to take over me, I don't know how you do it, but you just do. Every little thing that you say just reaches my heart, and tears it apart. I'm afraid, I feel lonely, and you love me to feel this way. But you know what? I'm not lonely, not at all. I've got him, standing by my side, just the way it's ment to be. The way we are ment to be, without you in our way, you mean nothing. But I'm an idiot, and I played your games. Well, little nit, that's about to change. I'm sick of your shit. I'm done here.
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