You broke me. You broke my fucking heart. It’s not fair. I didn’t ask for that to happen to me. I didn’t want you. I didn’t want that. You took me. You thought you were entitled to what you wanted and then you threw me away like I was trash. Fuck. You. Fuck your for ruining my life. Fuck you for hurting me. For making me pretend I’m okay. For making me cry myself to sleep. For giving me nightmares. For every single thing you did that broke me. And you’ll never even know or care about what you did. And that’s not fucking fair. I’m tired of crying about it. I’m tired of pretending I’m over it and that I’m fine. I’m not. I’m not fucking okay. I shouldn’t have hundreds of dollars of psychiatry bills, visits that I had to have to cope with what you did to me. I didn’t fucking want that. I don’t have the money to pay for that. I didn’t want any of this. Take me back to the night we met and let me fucking walk away. I wish I didn’t even know your goddamn name.
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