This is for you.
It’s not you – It’s me. It’s the things I do when you aren’t there. It’s the things they said to make me this way. It’s the hate that burns inside me. It’s not you – It’s me. I will always love you. But I can’t stop. I have to end it. It’s not you – It’s me. Just let me die. This is for you – Not me.
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