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Until you contact me, until you come back, all that bad comes back with you. Id rather die, than feel how you want me to feel In life. The nightmares, the memories, that hideous Cheshire grin, it all comes back. You created this hell for me, so stay away, far away. Far enough away your never a thought. Lay in the hole you dug for yourself, stay there. Burry yourself in it...
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