To deserve this. You lied, constantly. And bitch at me for lying? Doesn't it feel good? No it fucking doesn't. You say I didn't care? Didn't try to make you happy. I DID WHAY YOU ASKED WHICH WAS TO LEAVE IT ALONE AND YOU FUCKINT YELL AT ME FOR DOING NOTHING: make up your fucking mind and don't fuck with my heart because you can't be sure of yours.
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