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My love is back to see me again <33
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This is how things are.
You are not you. You are gone. You are sitting there expecting what you do not deserve at all. You are a liar, an abuser. You are now a drug dealer. Who are all of these people in your life? They don’t love you, they don’t want to help or protect you. This isnt you. That is why I will remain silent, because you’re gone. And there is no use trying to change the dead. There is no reason to have a conversation with someone I no longer know about things they no longer care for. You don’t care for me, or for anything but yourself. That is why you are lost. So hate me if you wish. Wrythe in your anger and hostility as you lose yourself further.But know that I pray to God you will change.
